Cold-Bloodedness
Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do
you feel my nearness
when I don't speak?
It doesn't work, your
patience with a deadpan face.
How would you talk to
butterflies, hollyhocks and
blackbirds?
You had tried to overrun
your own self by giving away
your eyes.Mind it, your
vision will still follow you
at burning pyre.
Weep, weep my poems
weep.The seduction was not
your gold, nor your enemies.
Then whom you are going to make
your god?
The handcuffs have no answer.
New Poems
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Song of the Radiant Phoenix
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Whispers of a Wooden Wonder
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Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil
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Serenades of the Silent Night
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Shadows of a Forbidden Moon
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice
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- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Song of the Radiant Phoenix"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers of a Wooden Wonder"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Serenades of the Silent Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of a Forbidden Moon"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Echoes in the Stars"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of Tomorrow"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dancing in the Moonlit Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Dawn of New Dreams"
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