How did the sculptor know
There’s a woman hidden in the stone
There’s a life, yet to be born
?
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Tag: creative writing
Religions
Some are truths
Some are lies
Some are stories
Told too many times
My Title| Audio Poem
Man
His biggest tragedy was his humanity
The Fall
I’m just a reflection of the thing possessing me
Of a soul entrapped in a tower without a key
Forgive it, it has forgotten what was and where it used to be
A god reduced to a human
Falling by choice just to see
The happiness after the sadness
And the naivety of thinking it’s free
Lost
Sitting in a chair
Wasting a beautiful day
Sitting all alone
Bought a house but has no home
Lost in no thoughts
Until he saw a face
Until he saw her face
Late
I get lost in lines they make
An illegal U-turn leading to a mistake
Between red and green lights
While driving too slow at night
I get lost with a GPS that orders me around
Two streets away from your house
I walk in, trying not to make a sound
Late again
Much too late
“Where were you? Did you get lost again?”
I was watching the stars and got lost in my head
