flows – tanka

irremovable time courses ponderously along veins of clay – listening to its ripple thoughts weave for it a delta   © Liliana Negoi Advertisements

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wherefore

Your words wither and fall, just like leaves, paving my lips and my skin with their death – never pictured myself to be a graveyard of sort, but GOD! that feels obscenely good… I rake them (your words) and I turn them into yellow scented piles of memories in which my thoughts can wallow, like … Continue reading

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vanity

                    © Liliana Negoi  

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shards

that’s all that lies in my thoughts tonight and all that my sleepless tired eyes see is a little bit of this and a little bit of that, twisted and covered with social make-up, a grotesque kaleidoscope of pieces none of them really beautiful but then again not really ugly either, bad venetian mirror replicas … Continue reading

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sonnet in g minor

the grinning gray geometry of thoughts extends its gimpy limbs with gritty skin into the hidden meaning of “why not’s” like greedy tentacles that groan and spin, and nude, the gorgeous gravity of time is flaunting glamorously beads of sand attempting vainly to conceal the grime grotesquely tarnishing “because”’s land. a gaud is every second, … Continue reading

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