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Embroidered sample poems Bloody lips Last night I had a dream I had a dream of dancing to the beat of our national anthem Fireworks bursting in the sky like meteors in collision I had a dream of biting your tongue and your lips until they bled I don’t need a magnetic compass anymore as it has given me already the right path where my lips would take Sipping the blood on your lips like nectar It tastes like sugar venom It tastes like syrup Last night, I was in a dark paradise I was in a dark paradise as I dreamed about you caressing my skin like the tall grass Pulling the ribbon on my hair Brushing my hair with your fingers The blood on your lips left a mark on my neck I love your bloody lips as they gave me heaven last night Flicker If I could drink kerosene to bring back the flame If I could garden my feelings for them to grow I miss dancing with you barefoot on the linoleum floor I miss lying on it while counting the flickers of the light Until now, I keep counting, hoping that when the light hits its millionth flicker, you are now here, lying with me on the cold floor But when I keep on counting, you are slowly disappearing I stopped blinking but the light became my eyes, blinking forever until the pieces of you are slowly disappearing The floor is getting colder as I spend twenty-four hours waiting for your voice on the radio The light flickers faster than before going beyond the quota The flickering light became the flesh of the flashing camera I admire the winter but I hate it now For the winter lived in me Hoarfrost formed in my body I want you now before the good memories disappear in a single flicker of the light Minutiae sample poems Orchestra The hymn of the wind and the song of the rain The sound of the thunder and my heartbeat Playing a melancholic music while tears cascading Cracked ceiling and a container accumulating raindrops The nature is an orchestra during rainy days Waiting for the rain to stop to smell your scent The aroma of cinnamon on your shirt Longing for your love and it hurts Paper Love Carved names into the trees The autumn leaves fell like April rain Lost like unused words petals of weeping myrtle Your love is evergreen but you gave me paper love You left me and now I am the only character in the sequel This is a never ending quell The euphoria when we kissed Your lips tasted like cinnamon I wished on dandelions a million times Hoping that the seeds would find you along the way But they traveled astray I wish you had stayed