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Heini Hard Poem
I fell asleep in an atom,
woke up in a world
that was not mine
but ours.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2007
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Heini Hard Poem
To who do I write this?
To what god's feet do I carry my load
and demand a refund?
Is my poetry just cries of lonely entity
and just like me
it's swiped off from the canvas?
To who do I do this
in this mortal fury of mine,
in hope a stain that I leave behind?
Perhaps one lost poem with faded words,
and the beginning of my name
something
in this cruel morning of nothing.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2007
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Heini Hard Poem
I have your skin cells under my nails,
a patch of hair between my fingers
your scent clouds me, like paradise wrapped around eve
our bath water is yellow and beautiful,
I close my eyes,
press play
can you hear the music of our kisses?
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2007
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Heini Hard Poem
Your grand journey on air
ends up as torn butterfly wings,
slowly falling ashes.
Remember this,
death lives in your cavities
you are hollow.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2007
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Heini Hard Poem
To be this human
made from stardust
coughed into life
carved hollow to hold the heaviness of being.
To be this
dot
among dots
comes with questions.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2016
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Heini Hard Poem
If only
I could color the darkness
nod and smile, understand it.
If only
I could squint and see my path
not beg
every breath to be my humane euthanasia.
If only
I could be less afraid
made of grander things
than the pebble that is my soul.
If only
I could burst the bubble I occupy,
instead of being
I could not be.
Is that an option I can have?
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2016
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Heini Hard Poem
My dreams
do you dream your dreams?
Of butterflies on mountain peaks
and skies with lashes staring back at you,
of halos that fall off my head
maybe
dark places with teeth wide open,
ink bottles dining behind my eyeballs.
My dreams
what do you dream in dreaminess?
Perhaps
about aches the ocean feels
sunsets in the eyes of flies,
could it be
about the wonderful lights
rays coming from me.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2016
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Heini Hard Poem
Vibration
ink stain,
a blink of an eye.
I am
a shadow maker
dreams and intercepting lines.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2016
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Heini Hard Poem
Someone paints over a masterpiece,
a funeral crashes a wedding,
our love slips on a banana peel,
and clouds get into my eyes.
Copyright © Heini Talip | Year Posted 2016
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