@trixdawson
@trixdawson
The roads I live on are laden with mines and I'm dancing in the minefield On the first day of November and waking up with hope for the week and the day… It's a joy that backfires because the roads I write and live on are laden with mines and I dance happily in the minefield and every time I step on a mine, my heart stings, but because I never pity myself, I continue to write and walk, never minding the danger of losing all my limbs for a lifetime. Is it my share of an…
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I made a contract with my sad shadow and the city I fell in love with You were the forgotten song of which smile is in my poems. In what way was your statement hidden? Memories that unravel from the tracks Secrets hidden in the sky-eyed woman It was a color that I drank My loneliness was after a sadness November November I stole hope from the twitching shadows Since it was January that appeared Like chrysanthemums, my words are the companion of the climate If nature is…
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I have prayers that I lean towards you Bring the other lights, come on man. Stop shouting in the middle of the boulevard I prepared a rain for you Come on bring the lights I'll make it rain Who are you man, there is also this When the verdict is given, the March cats who understand the state of death and life and the one who has fallen from the roof the most. Don't play for my future, never shovel my dreams hidden in the compass of my beloved and love. In the recital of…
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I'm waiting here with my heart's window that I can't open and my broken drawer I'm always thirsty I drink water The nights don't end why don't they end I'm waiting in my sleep She doesn't blink all night I'm groping Doors opened to darkness My poems that thorn in your palm There will be a cut on the tip of my tongue All the clouds on the windows are crazy Rain children naked There is nothing to fear, the account is ok like i said i will even laugh I know I prepared myself…
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I was born on a track where love roars and trembles like crazy I am the song of my tired months, the way I fall in every crop time. I am the veil of darkness. I am sad, dear: My sovereign and my orphan heart. I am a loss hidden in dream climates and a humble self. Dreams are lost, real in their spiral, my notes are missing. It is a bundle that I sometimes burn and sometimes melt, in which I hide. I was born on a path where love roared and trembled like crazy, when I was the…
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While you are still faithful to your yesterday, the season full of pain and sadness What color were you and what enthusiasm was your existence? On the shores of the hindering loneliness, the light of the full moon, you wrote the words of silence, as if you intended poetry as if it wasn't enough, how much pain did you have on your back, when you poet and silence were scratching your chest, you threw off your shirt out of the blue at night, after all. After all, you were…
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I have a soul that I feed with love that does not want to feel sorrow There are facts that I need to sleep. Of course, my life is no different from a dusty book that is hidden for reasons, maybe forgotten, lying on its side in the gigantic library of the cellar I hide in. After my education life, which I neither envisioned a utopia nor supposedly successful, the well that I fell into, and the revenge I took from those who forbade laughing when I was still the apple of the…
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I put the feelings growing inside of you into words and let them out He fell to his knees in pain and was motionless, not a single sign of life in his body. But he couldn't die. It was death and life. It was such a pain that no matter how hard he tried to hide it, the agony swelled out of his skin. I am sure that the ribs of the universe were broken at that moment. There was a deep and frenzied ringing, then every sound turned into a hum. Such a silence descended on the…
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It is possible that I have come to an end with the destruction of being cut off from life Like yesterday. More than enough though. Like a day. There was no tomorrow in my dictionary anymore. It stretches before me like a road. Was I an innkeeper? Never. Was I a passenger? What I don't know… I planted dreams, which I planted inside me like a rose seedling that ended at the end of the feelings I showered and I fixed my eyes on the top… Yesterday's dilemma was that I had rips…
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I'm on the verge of a suffocating night and I'm home alone Long after the days I slept, I am far away while relying on colors and even darkness, and when I set up my life over and over again with a lot of difficulty and set the alarm. Recurring night. One night before. The shadows that explain my uneasiness and that smell of death in the apartment will cling to me while I don't know. On the other hand, I am summarizing the so-called racial aspirations of my life in the eyes…
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When I'm angry, I suddenly go out like a chaff flame and load myself up Life was the tingling of a rotten dream, and sometimes it was busy with scribbling. My boat of peace. The only thing called life. I am unconditional and multiply as I grow. He is the one who gives rise to dreams, every time he falls, a person realizes much later that he tripped himself unknowingly. If we are a dream. Oh, did we fall too… Sometimes, people fall in love and fall in love, even if they are…
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When it's my turn, I will even laugh because there is nothing to fear, the account is OK The second life that people like me can live later is nothing but the book in your hand. It also depends on your attention, reader. Let me show you honesty, and you show me compassion. I am a surrealist image playing god in the dream school, and life is diametrically opposed to what I've been through. Maybe I am an anger exported by silence, while the last appetizer of the evening when a…
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I still call you my friend because I loved you unconditionally Excuse my silence, after all, the first thing I was taught was to accept it and I was obliged to hide it at the top of my head. The more whiny a child with no appetite, the happier a child who is filled with love: the matter of creation. This is not our topic, my friend, maybe with the desire to wake up to a day without a topic, stretch my arms and start the day with a big smile on my face? Don't make me laugh.…
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My eyes wait at the door when I long for you at the most unexpected time, my heart My heart, this is not your reproaches, it hurts me these days.. But I told you my heart or do I have to say more is my heart? Now I'm writing a big "My Heart" here you read it with lines in every heartbeat Feel it running through my veins and Do not forget for a moment that I love you my heart ? What a fool, I almost reproach you I would reply to your site with my reproach Tolerate you, these…
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Sometimes I want to live and hug the feelings I live and cry The consolation of the day is sometimes the consolation of the stray, the day of doubt, and I love life at the tip of your fingertips. City-eyed man. Poetry voice sadness. Evil-laden demon and charlatan sun… Ah, the epitome of love is a fire and here is my soul that sprints… I swallow the silence, migratory birds escaping from a holey saddlebag on the route of the soul... Ah, if my nomadic soul were to be called a…
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I am completing the whole life that I succumbed to myself with my incompetent temperament The city has dreams Sadness is called because its fondness for dreams, sometimes the miserable seagulls, and sometimes the city dwellers' ears pulled three times and knocked on the wood. As a compliment, the magic of the city or the burning hair of the red dawn. Negative positive shadows are running around, and I wish for a mosaic Just a mosaic from God: a romance for which I am…
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I want to sit and cry like this screaming with longing That day, I was bored again, and I left the house for one of the monotonous walks that were not different from the usual. It was as if I had arrived at the river in an instant. I was standing by the river and digging my eyes into the depths of the water, I wanted there; I wanted to throw away the thoughts that were bothering me in my soul, to rest my mind. Sometimes this river would go long with a clear and clear flow,…
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Carrying my pre-apocalyptic body to death with the atlas quilt Bury me in my dreams: as long as you ignore the joy that I have postponed, and while waiting at a relative stop, console me while waiting for the end, in the sad and old course of the fattening sadness, without minding the appearance of the brick-colored clouds. I'm in the most memorable tone of the sky, know that all the meals I skipped while enjoying my life, loneliness is sometimes a recurrent melody,…
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My heart is sad but moving like a bird these days I vouch for my dreams, a drop of dew that I could not fall, and the bondage of love: the hidden smile of the sky, which I failed while living the love I stole from words. Hidden in the stages is life and death. The ringing bells and skirts of the pen that defies immortality. My story full of remorse and my indispensable sadness. Autumn from seasons and orphan pains and months inside me. The square root is your soul and my…