Wednesday Prose Poem: the rooms have us

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Some rooms are becoming too loud, tempted not to follow solid pauses, I imagine most people listening have this cringey feeling, they rarely take care of their needs and misshape their housework. There are questions disguised as crazy rhymes which sound more like a paradox. Their point of view has expanded to fill the empty spaces with new unnatural sounds. And half a glance at the aesthetics pointed to an uncontrollable duration that gives a dramatic effect on the meaning. What do you imagine? I’m curious about your thoughts. Silence in your eyes confesses…perhaps nothing. We have run blind in…

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Literary Impulse Day 28 Prompt: feed of hope

Saturday Poetry Prompt: repeatable

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No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love —
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love

Allen Ginsberg — Song

Profound were the incessant efforts
on Việt Nam to stroll through unveiled
far-fetched hands curving around
in splitting cloudy skies where
aggressive winds take your breath
a brave walk of electrifying passion
desperately counting the chances of death
of a silent mind in a spinning world
the closing decades of their nameless origin
touched with care that sprung from
feelings, desires, worries
a serene pulsation to intensify the possible
a readiness to slip without resistance
like water…

Joanna Vang

An emotional girl with an anxious mind

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