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a poem

plachek:

what can I put in it

to make myself

feel better?

or to make me

feel better about

myself?

or is it just a way

to distract myself?

 

anyhow,

it certainly has

an effect on me.

 

although it’s just a poem –

 

words and nothing else.

 

somehow,

I learn to

treat it more than that.

 

little birds

that get hatched and fly away

right off.

yet they don’t know

how to fly.

 

so

all I get to do is

to sit here

and

watch them fall

one

by

one.

 

Pavel Plachek

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"getaway"

plachek:

there’s no escape.

there’s no plan.

it’s

just a scribbling

of the words

that become sentences

on the wood

that happened to be

my very skin.

 

though I still see

the flashes,

the glimpses -

those tiny little hearts –

somewhere near,

yet too far

from

everything I know.

 

and if I could

I would’ve

screamed

to make

myself go deaf.

 

because I’ve already lost my sight.

 

and now you tell me

that I’m the one

who needs

to

choose

between this life

and

no life.

 

which

is practically

the same.

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Люди освоили люди сволочи
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visual-poetry:

“chaos” by bryony dicks

visual-poetry:

“chaos” by bryony dicks

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