Poetry

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The Project (Original Poetry)

31 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk

I got hit, smackedWhat made you drive back? I followed your uncanny lingoand prepped for human theftonly to encounter the void you forgot to mentionwhen you rolled over and crossed my path. Across dimensions, I swallowed,bathing in rejection to get a...

Shoulders like towers

28 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal

I write to the heels, we have been unfair to them,they have sung (like Baldomero) to the pancreasand the epiplons, to the blue or grey hair,to the rotund breasts and the sex split inthe storm, to the shoulders like towers...But I ask, what height cou...

If possible

22 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal

Don't love too much don't forget too muchand don't move, if possible, too much.too much drives away mystery,muzzles chance, fogs up the glass ofdesire. Don't live or die too much,it's really hard, really, I understand.I, a poet of sometimes, give you...

I was sleeping

20 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal

A pig in Kabul stuck between two logssquealed all night(my night, his day)I was sleeping and his fears woke mehe screamed far awayhe asked for help from another continentI opened my eyes in the middle of the night(the moon above me, the sun above him...

Centuries of oblivion

19 Jan 2025 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal

so immortal, so long, with its minutesdeep as a pond, it will passunscathed and disfiguredand the centuries of oblivionawait it. Who remembers today Trajan, Marcus Aurelius, Tiberius?And they were Emperorsof the vastest Empire. Who will remembermy do...

The Escape Room (Original Poetry)

16 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk

I look around and seeworlds colliding in front of mebooks drifting on a screenbending from left to right unconsciouslybreaking waves and forming new patternschanging the way I perceive reality. Jumping between dimensionssold as a giant mysteryyet I c...

Carrying anything: freesias

15 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal

the face is always a lonely thingwe can deceive with our handscarrying anything: freesiasbooksa bag of potatoesbut the facelike the moonis a lonely thing,we can pretend carrying bricks on our backsor in our soulswhich at this stage of life I suspect...

Parasites (Original Poetry)

10 Jan 2025 1 minute read 1 comment Krisz Rokk

Juicy,succulent,a vibrant source of LooshI love the human DNADon’t you? A warm and kindred hostinnocent and benevolentthe perfect home for celestial refugeesscattered throughout the multiverseon the lookout for an exquisite tastehidden on planet Eart...

Some mystery

8 Jan 2025 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal

the first days of summerbring Federicoas if his yellow and distant curlshad some answerfor me some mysterythat I cannot understand I don't want to think about it but heappears so fresh he says helloas if we had seen each other yesterdayas if time lau...

Decades of study

8 Jan 2025 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal

Of course I am proud when I recognise that Antonio Vivaldi's Winter or Ravel's Bolero are playing in a café or any other place. The same when I hear someone say by chance "let me analyse it, I'll think about it and tell you", it gives me pleasure to...