Don't get caught up on me.
Im wandering alone and useless until I get so messy I become entertaining.
The Adventures of Zero
For a number of people, the story of Zero is a reflection of their life on this side of eternity: struggle, pain, rejection, anger, betrayal, alienation, and failure, which are...
Why do I always have to suffocate parts of myself?
* This is one of my poems, which is translated into English
Don't know where I'm going, forgot who I am. I can tell the future but can't see me there. So much hurtful prattle, so little of me! Surviving the battle cost me how to be.
Inspired by Parannoul and the movie: "All About Lily Chou-Chou."
My Ginsburgian "mini howl". Another 2007 teen poem about the insane drug and sex obsessions of my peers and their poor mental health and my pity or righteous fury at their ignorant stupidity/tragic hu...
Miles apart from my humble abode,
I live in silence on the abandoned shore.......
The worldly-use of words trap the one expressing it in a reductive and confined meaning, alienating its use from the speaker and its meaning from reality.
The truth lies in answer to question yourself, all that remains hidden from view.
Source: GrahamMarshallPoetry.com
A letter to those who never felt at home even where they were born
Don't get caught up on me.
Im wandering alone and useless until I get so messy I become entertaining.
The Adventures of Zero
For a number of people, the story of Zero is a reflection of their life on this side of eternity: struggle, pain, rejection, anger, betrayal, alienation, and failure, which are...
Why do I always have to suffocate parts of myself?
* This is one of my poems, which is translated into English
Don't know where I'm going, forgot who I am. I can tell the future but can't see me there. So much hurtful prattle, so little of me! Surviving the battle cost me how to be.
Inspired by Parannoul and the movie: "All About Lily Chou-Chou."
My Ginsburgian "mini howl". Another 2007 teen poem about the insane drug and sex obsessions of my peers and their poor mental health and my pity or righteous fury at their ignorant stupidity/tragic hu...
Miles apart from my humble abode,
I live in silence on the abandoned shore.......
The worldly-use of words trap the one expressing it in a reductive and confined meaning, alienating its use from the speaker and its meaning from reality.
The truth lies in answer to question yourself, all that remains hidden from view.
Source: GrahamMarshallPoetry.com
A letter to those who never felt at home even where they were born