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Short Poems 01

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Lost being Sober

Laying on the rotten floorboards
aware but unconscious
With fictions clutched to chest
the Schooner without a dew
Moist eyes,
Sober lips,
Storms plea
clouds downpour with tears to brim'st

Canon Eyes

The serenity in thy eyes
with million questions behind
like a sore scythe
in my heart
with a realization that i offended
and I was nothing but blown away


  1. sometimes it's tough facing reality. Well, there's nothing thaw was given to us that we cannot surpass. really nice poems :)