quite inspired by a fact that occurred to me yesterday, two poems came out of that nut (semi) artistic / (pseudo) artistic and mental previous two texts (to be written and posted very soon). Here are my poems, hope you like (one of them has a bit of concrete poem): Poem 1
:
Was she sad?
Was she distressed?
Was she bitter?
Is she bitter?
Does she wanted to escape a nightmare?
Does she wanted to escape the nightmare that is your life?
that is your life?
Or
Or
will
your emotion
that its representation
your vision
vision
your image
does not pass the fruit of my imaginary será?
ação? acordei
woke up?
Poem 2: Today do not care about psychoanalysis and socialism.
Today not want to know Marx and revolution.
Today not want to know the intelligentsia and academia.
Today do not care about left, right or double hands.
Today no wonder the intelligentsia drought sensitivity.
Today I just want to vent
only vent
A rant
The world is cruel and unfair.
The world is cruel.
And it's unfair.
The world is cruel and is unfair.
The world
cruel and unfair.
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