Katerina Val Poems

Self-righteous was my sadness
my resistance, the denial
and the darkness
Self bewilderment was your chasing
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Caterpillars
they have potentials
they have perspectives
they have dreams
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Thoughts of consumed steadiness
anger floats through reflections of Irene
but for crystallized birth
we choke the bellyache
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Curtains
hide
closets
slaughtered pride
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Crowns
Made of charcoal
Blackness
Tar
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Dear lord, I thought red fire grew only from the hands of the cold
alone and poor
between hands that lost their soul
but they rubbed my thoughts
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My life is in danger
Myself is in danger
as I cut the small pieces
tiny failed autonomies
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Not everyone can get
the things running down on your little head
not every single person can see
the things twirling on your twisted head
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I feel sorry
for hiding myself behind you
behind this cut
because for the demons that I feed inside, is not enough
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Send your thoughts
to the obituary of the silent echoes
carefully folded to a faulty package
expensively and dearly selected
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