Avant-Garde Writer – Poem

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Avant-Garde Writer

By Talin Mari

 

I write in the dark like the avant-garde,

Moving from café to café without regard.

With my coffee cup always on my side,

I write feverishly throughout the night.

 

My dreams and ambitions floating about,

One word at a time I think is only allowed.

Chaos forms as I think of the past times,

Write, write, write them all in these lines.

 

No longer caring about a given structure,

I am the avant-garde destined to revolt.

The rhymes becomes non-existent here,

As I realize that it is I that am the change.

 

Rise up and create your own destination,

Be your own life’s unconventional rebel.

These are the thoughts that run rampant,

As I write in the dark like an avant-garde.

 

Poetry to Break Free and Dream

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Thickened Bars
By Talin Mari

These thickened bars enclose my dreams,
Haunting me as I stare at their enclosure.
What fear is it that I must try to overcome?
Why do I feel apprehensive to break free?

These thickened bars hide my true being,
Masking me of my desired future passion.
What transformation must I still undergo?
Why do I want to hide and stay concealed?

These thickened bars are my true enemies,
Restraining me from believing in my abilities.
What have I done to create these rigid bars?
Why do I not choose to simply shatter them?

Dream: A Poem

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Dream

By Talin Mari

Sitting in my chair, wondering where you are,

Pondering in my chair, when will you be back?

My eyes feel heavy, I sink deep into the cushion,

My hands fall listlessly to my thighs, helpless.

I fight to stay awake, the night has not yet come,

I try to lift my eyelids, but the night has now won.

Dreaming.

Why did you leave?

Dreaming.

Where did you go?

Dreaming.

Was it all a dream?

Dreaming the dreams,

Feeling the dreams,

Hearing the dreams,

Opening my eyes,

Realizing it’s you,

Leaving no more.