Poetry Blog
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Placebo
Today I took a placeboDrowned in a bottle of wineI found that it was good…
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My Dreamy Mind
The poem reflects a journey through the mind, blending dreams and memories with a yearning…
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Empty
The poem reflects on a monotonous life filled with unproductive thoughts and activities, leading to…
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The Debris of Time
Amidst the remnants of a life’s journey, the speaker reflects on aging and the accumulation…
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And All Will Be Gone
The content expresses a repetitive, cyclical routine fueled by coffee, which serves as a source…
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Wall
MundaneWoke with the sunMorning blurredCoffee cameBreakfast wentEmailsWriting stuffThe dayMoving alongPottered aboutNot thinkingMy routineGuiding my dayMy…
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Oh Pandora
The evils of the worldYou released to prey on meOh PandoraFirst among womenWhat have you…
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Nothing in Particular
Nothing in particular, priority for the dayFading thoughts abound, find some that stayBlank page on…
In these wine‑steeped poems, a man raises his glass and meets the fragility of existence head on. Each sip becomes a reckoning — a confrontation with absurdity, longing, decay, and a spirit that refuses to die.
Moving through bars, the self, and even beyond the grave, this collection turns the act of enjoying wine into a lucid meditation on creation, collapse, and the strange wonder of being alive.