The empty half of the glass is the real one – a poem.
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Adfectus: Part I
Seven lines of verse on Joy, Sorrow, Anger, and Fear.
Part I of IV.
Kuzaliwa
Nyota zilitikisaNyota zilipoteaNa kishaNyota ZilitikimaHuu ni kuzaliwa ~♥~
Warm (Death II)
I heard the quiet steps of a small being approaching me from behind. I could easily tell who it was from the scent. “Is everything okay, Denise?” I asked without turning to look at her. “I… can feel my body getting warmer… and I don’t know what is happening, master.” she said hesitantly as she …
Presence
The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.
月
One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …
Birthmark
When I was a child I asked my mother what the tiny pink patch I found on my body was… She said that when God was making me, the angels thought I was so sweet that they’ve taken a small bite of my tush, just like we use our index finger to steal some icing …
Douleurs
(d’esprit) She laughed, and I noticed for the first time that her right front tooth was slightly chapped at the middle. It was too small that you had to look hard to see it, and maybe that was why I was just noticing it even after all the staring I’ve been doing on her face. …
Grá
The sun was much bigger and brighter than the moon. This was a hopeless case, really. How could such a lifeless piece of rock ever compare to the brightest star it could see in the entire vastness of space? The moon also could never let itself forget that it was not at all alight. Everyone …
Necklace
The sound of running water sliced through the bathroom’s dead silence. I rubbed my hands well, trying to ignore the stare I could feel boring into the side of my face. I could see from my peripheral vision the silhouette of a woman, but what made me feel uncomfortable was that she just stood there …
SingulariT 