Fran Polis

Tag: poem

  • for as long as i know

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    fran
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    for as long as i know i’ve always been afraid to give it all away without ever getting paid and ever since i can recall i shrunk in comparison wheighing other people their wealth their health their fun slowly getting out of sight clever minds lost in the night forgoing any sense of self dream…

  • is there maybe anyone

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    fran
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    is there maybe anyone who wants to adopt me as my mom can I maybe write an ad to find me someone like a dad the job will not require much maybe an embrace, a touch don’t worry there won’t be much to do beside the occasional ‘how are you’ Once i was a baby…

  • i learned to look through different eyes

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    fran
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    i learned to look through different eyes so scared of emotions they all got denied covered up my identity my hopes and dreams of being free to break and to love it to cry like i mean it truly feeling my emotions as the fuel on which my heart runs cancelling the outer voice love…

  • never knew that there would be

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    fran
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    never knew that there would beparadise under the seawrapped inside your arms of greenso much of what i’d never seen a world of colour scents and soundsstill can’t get my head aroundwants to be touched be loved be heardwants to be drenched in dark red dirt leave me now and stay foreverleave me now and…

  • clean green sheets wrapped around mountains

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    fran
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    clean green sheets wrapped around mountainssurreal glasshouse indoor fountainseverything you dreamed and morejust one step into that door trains and tracks you hear them singcovered in green walls of springa city stirring in its slumbersmothered by pink reds of summer green cathedrals filled with fernssweaty tropics laughs and burnsthen outside branches sky highbreezy winds who…

  • Ik koos een studie over koude oorlog

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    fran
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    Ik koos een studie over koude oorlogover Blitzkrieg en IJzeren gordijnover langdurige onderstroom en de golfslag van de korte termijnover revolutie, terreur en standplaatsgebondenheid Ze zeggen dat je geschiedenis gaat studeren als je de wereld wilt begrijpen Mijn wereld was een cocongeweven van dogma verpakt insuperioriteit en zelfmedelijdenOp gaten plakten we zingevingspleistersOp zoek naar troost…

  • there is a forest near my shed

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    fran
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    there is a forest near my shed and after i get out of bed i wander trough the lichen pines and wonder when it will be mine the trees don’t speak the birds don’t either the stars shine like they know it all but there’re no clues to find out here the winds are howling…

  • a storm is raging inside and out

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    fran
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    a storm is raging inside and out i can’t see my trail or find a way out but you see a path through the storm and the rain you can’t take it for me you’ll show me the way the dots on your back are my map to the stars connecting the signs i see…

  • so i have left

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    fran
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    so i have left i hurt you with that but it’s something i had to do been here before don’t want these circles no more round and round this is where they end it’s like a new pair of eyes pierced through all my denies it’s bad and it always has been it’s like i’ve…

  • those are the perks of being numb

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    fran
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    those are the perks of being numb you don’t hear the pounding drum you don’t see red flags waving steady numb ones never have to be ready you don’t feel the endless loss of another boundary crossed you don’t taste bitter defeat soothingly lulling yourself to sleep I did not even smell the mire when…