Liyo Denorte Poems

to tell you honestly,
I’m tired of waiting
waiting for you to say your name
to tell me how was your day
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defined.

constant variable.
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'muddied' i must've thought.
dirty, dirty with filth!
it might be the sand, puked by the dead river
dead leaves, cracked bones, layers and layers of bygone dusts
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bored monkeys
parroting myna
neurotic fish with her imaginary twin
visiting a zoo?
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piece by piece
we suit each other
piece by piece
we form each other
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of your marvelous mess
sailing through
your blanket of fears
blanket of curves
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i've been standing still
across ur window
standing still
amongst empty tables
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Tuesday, January 27,2009

stranger #008
is that his hair?
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tori amos sounds like a girl
trapped in a well
one monday morning
paper cup shaped well
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