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Of a rose by mendiberri, literature

Rui by mendiberri, literature

A word... if I may by mendiberri, literature

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A word... if I may

What does it mean to write? To lay words flat? To have your pen bleed out? To write is to uncoil a nest of serpents barehanded accepting every bite It is to unravel the ravenous raven's feathers rebelling against reason Writing is setting sail towards the Kraken or Leviathan if heavens provide It's making peace with your demons and stabbing them in the back Writing is to fight a dragon over a hoard of pennies It is to give more than you have and to take back what you can't keep Like the strike of lightning in a blizzard Like seeing the universe in a blade of grass But most importantly writing is free

Primadonna by mendiberri, literature

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Primadonna

I saw a girl the other day a lady a madonna with eyes like dawn and lips like sunset crimson sunset in the autum sky her hair flies picked up by the breeze each strand an inkstroke delivered by a skilled hand masterfully, deliberately playfully our gazes meet hers, like a beacon gathering all the disperse light of the universe mine, like cinders struggling, fading transient I'm all questions she's all answers yet she can't speak mine's the only voice for she's but a character and I am the author making

Eroded by mendiberri, literature

Gifted by mendiberri, literature

Fullfilled by mendiberri, literature

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Fullfilled

extend your hands to catch the rain and receive everything that it gives raise your gaze and receive the pouring light what is mine I will not give what is yours I will not take yet you will forever want desire that wich belongs in the earth and desire that which fills the sky long for that which is out of reach and for that which slips through your fingers your ambition or your greed? the abundance they've brought does it only ever serve your avarice?

Unwavering by mendiberri, literature

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Unwavering

Flip two coins Let them both be heads Behead two oxes Let it fill four glasses Walk the line between night and dawn Inhaling the receding shadows Eight steps is enough So turn your back on the rising sun and praise all wich comes to life under it's light Coins on the lids and spilled crimson All that's lost can be regained Drag my body away Until it burns against the sunset Cause, even in the ashes, my spirit remains