Best Cyclic Poems

a poem
pestering a mind to post
& this inside is like hills
on volcanic reactions
or the tremulous voices
of nine masquerades
from the nine villages 
of one clan - 
tumultuous
quivering 
fearfully appeasing
headed for a fiery fire
kindled by unseen
ancestors
hidden by these roots
the roots of my blood
the blood of my flesh
the...

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A bit arrogant & wired.
Awakening.

Stomach growling & coffee spasms.

I, finding a ravenous wolf in sheeps
Clothing,

Still trying to be
"Civilized".

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Disguising things on puppet strings
Let me go please, let me go
I’m pulled straight out of my mind
My twisted affliction a sadistic addiction
An unsolvable encryption as wants become needs
It burns and it bleeds
All the thorns and the weeds begin to grow and spread seeds
Uncontrollable urges as...

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The wounds split open
My sight goes black
Agonizing, terrifying, panicked 
 
This darkness
So thick
Like cascading velvet
Almost beautiful at first in it’s deception
For my eyes were shut so tightly
I hadn’t seen it falling upon me
Enveloping me in it’s unbearable grasp
Leaving me reaching, searching in every direction
But yet...

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winter in coma 
rains relentlessly shed tears ~
my torn thatched hut leaks


12 January 2022...

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I love her
She loves the third-person
The third person loves another one
The fourth person loves me
But I disregard her

©Chattogram/Feb'25
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It felt so surreal to be in,  someone else's skin
thats not my face or my hands, where do I begin?
To see through anothers eyes, thrilled me with wonder and surprise,
to feel features that were not my own,
so many differences, though we're all just skin...

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joyful
            sunny daze
              this road...

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Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter
A beautiful newness, radiant energy, and cooling before the splinter

Morning, Noon, Evening and Night
The sweet glory, the mid-day sun, a cooling sunset and dusk that's void of light

Birth, growth, decay, and death
Man enters, he lives, he withers, then he takes his...

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