Poetry On Medium
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At the instant of your absence, I hear the unheard speaking, I walk among evaporated steps and rise between dreams. A song awakens me without emotion, yet unforgettable, like a dream so fragile as air, student of its wind. There’s nothing before me, only a suspended moment while outside time runs wild and beats at
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A Faustian bargain, ambition’s price, Shadows of self, truth hidden in disguise. A soul’s transaction, a hollowed cry, Echoes in fog where illusions lie. A body adrift, a vessel torn, Veiled in silence, in fragments worn. Whispers of void, a mind’s lament, Dissonant voices in the abyss sent. The mirror lies, the faces split, Restless
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By Brian J Gonzalez Martinez Photo by Fons Heijnsbroek, abstract-art on Unsplash What counts as art? Art is not a static definition but an ever-evolving process, just like life. In my poetry, I experiment with language to break boundaries, and I believe art does the same. It connects us to something deeper, something unspoken. Art is
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I want to burn the world, it is still not used to me. My guess is it will never be. I am eternally drawn to flames, consuming fire that never ends. Minute making magic that keeps me sane. One lost love in a tragic scene. The in, in the between. Summer memories of long lost
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Beauty eludes me; it seduces and entices me. I am in constant search of it — Sometimes so much that it becomes an obsession. What direction, based on misdirection, Should my thoughts reach? Conclusion: the enemy of the solution. By standard deduction, Beauty becomes poetry in motion. A devotion of the highest calling, Like the moon
One Way Life 