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Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2009
My Venus
we can say there is " a time for happiness", we can say there is " a time for…
we can say many things about this...
time may or may not be on our side... we will certainly see... since time is merely a…In stamba
From the roof she screamed
From the building aside of my aspiration of her
Only when the river drenchedOmeleted Savior
Oh, how much I loved myself
Like an immortal, aware
Of my infinity, senselessThe Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see
nothing
is nothing to be seenLaughing man
The view with abyss
the rolling with said
and insignificant with actuallyStarved
alone in the cage he felt
Starved
the peep view with flowersI
I look behind, seeing the unlost
I stop
breathing as usual, formerlyI traveled the land
I traveled through black land
gay land
meadows of white trashLook
look there where they could not see
where we are blind
the bait is not takenF.G. Lorca
In the dawn of the battle
the army was dead.
No one has stopped. No one has stopped.Creation Cycle
after they made the day, its end
a cluster-keeper was needed, the year
from there, for ergonomic reasons,To the light!
To the light!
The army was marching to conquer.
In the camp, in the nightBooty call
Death came in the room
upon request
and I laughed at her obedience.A sigh
The glimpse and its belongings stopped
I was afraid
alongThe known
in search of the metaphor
of the truth
bounded by 25 godsKite
Rip my feathers from my back
the gravity reasons their faith!
the pillow I make from themOf said
Why should one wait, the hope or dream
the patience has been given as obedience, not virtue
one will receive what one despises, at their willAllow me to introduce myself
Allow me to introduce myself: ↨
I am the unknown, cognitive to no one
including myselfThe unfaught fight
Let's fight until the fight is fought
until the living mourns itself
while the one is finally aloneThe Fog of 11/03/09
after work
family intercourse
the fog began to descend in the fall