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Ana
in Writing

An unfinished poem that was written too soon

I watch their hands as i wait for you Long fingers, short fingers, broad nails and rounded tips  Blunt Just like yours  Their eyes, blue and green and brown  Brown but not like yours,  Not like dark honey and rich mahogany  Not like moonshine, sunshine and sin And empty beer bottles Sharp cuts, scratches and sterile teeth Wet tongues Strong hands Calloused and warm Cold as teak Left in the dark Left alone Skin to skin Pin pricks, goosebumps, dilated Cognac and amber  And broken beer bottles

in Writing

Poem: Dead Life

A life of determinism Is a life without choice Which is a life of illusionism That coerces your voice Free will is taken From beginning to end Which leaves us forsaken From our natural dividends So is life in mutiny? Within our many coming upshots If fate renders our destiny To create us as robots If life is about an uncontrived event Then may us marry a male wife As life is nothing but a forced environment Life is nothing but a dead life - Max

in Writing

Poem: Refugee

I have a right A right to freedom A right to free sight And a right to a new kingdom However, our ‘saviors’ have fallen short Promises of a new life burns in the sun They’ve prepared a veiled fort And greeted us with guns “They just keep coming” A navy blue soldier centers “We’ll just keep them trucking” “And move them to our refugee centres” My name is Penife And I have a right To a better promised life Within the land of fake broken lights - Max Hey all, this poem elludes to the idea of how refugees aren’t given what’s been promised within Australia. Not attacking or taking sides, I just wanted to write something. Thank you all. Keep tuned for more to come...