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reflections
All these mirrors around me reflecting what’s inside. These parts I wish to hide. All these mirrors around me, reflecting. Magnify. All these people around reflecting me. These fears of being left behind. I go. One step at a time. Knowing that the competition is only imaginary, the thoughts are loud. I sit. Observe. Let…
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on courage
I think of infinitieswith a coffee in my hand countless scenariosof the day, theatre in my mindI think of time passed, of time to comemy thoughts, colliding like atomsbreaking apart,a part of me breakseverytime I think of possibilities, with a coffee in my handI think of infinities, and in some of themI am brave. Lukáš…
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what is a home
what is a home a place a feeling a person holding a space where you can dream freely where being alone doesn’t feel lonely where I can rest my head someone told me it’s okay to wanderto keep the question in the air am I there? yet I foundthat making a home out of my own…
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Your Haiku
What is a Haiku?A poem without rhymes, consisting of 17 syllables. Arranged in lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. OrginThe haiku originates from Japan, is around 500 years old. It developed from an original chain poem with a 36-link structure. МесечинатаМе гледа меко, тивкоМи праќа (сон)це @ewelinachanska Temporariness –winter came and changed the worldfleeting, yet…
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Naked Truths
I woke up and realized that’s all I wanted. To wake up next to you every single day. I could swear you’ve read my mind. You did not even wait for a good morning. You’ve asked me, with the most beautiful smile and the sincerest voice “move in with me”. You did not even ask…
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Spark
Look, It’s sparking sparking like a kids’ videogame display, like a sunray reflection through your window in May, like your soul that got hugged that day, like a free bird on her way, do not obscure me with your mindless chain, oh, it’s going insane. Mario Petrovski
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I’ll always remember us that way
Why do we always realize how much someone loved us, way too late? I had a treasure in front of me all this time. A real man. A real love. The only love that someone can ask for. I let it go. I will never forget his words: “I believed you were the one”, “Can…
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Love in the back pocket
BASED ON TRUE STORY They met outside that cold and frosty morning, just to get some official things done. Long lasting warm hug for a welcome… Her hair over his face… Her scent of a Wild Rose… More than official… They walk along together with a perfectly synchronized steps…gliding, like not touching the ground. She…
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Предучилишна исповед
Ми доаѓаат некои мисли. Некои идеи. Од некој вид. Само што… Ова.. Не знам како да речам… Мислам знам ама.. Само што… Впрочем, само што? Ах, ти страву, ти трепет студен зимен! Те поистоветувам со ветер северен кој уништува убава летна вечер. Туку, што сакав да речам… Сакав да кажам дека толку идеи се раѓаат…











