Silvia Jen Poems

I trip and pick myself
Up I stand dusting out my pants,
And run for my life.
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I woke up
the four walls taunting

I sat up
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He is petty
He lives in a little well
He is ugly
warts and boils bubbling out from his face
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You seduced and flirted,
with sunshine and blue skies,
bright flowers and warm breeze.
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The whirlpool of wind,
made the leaves dance.
The torrents of rain,
flushed the colors away.
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Staring spaced out I slouched,
before the flickering lights.
Just another day of sloth,
piling grime and mould.
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Along intricately orchestrated highways
Neurons swerving, zooming
like messengers in a hurry
Bearing colorful packages of the world
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O, to possess the fortune
of ink and physique
I can dive in and be engulfed
by the vast ocean of words
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