Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.
The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel
Tag: poetry by vennie kocsis
Kaleidoscope
Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.
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Blood Shame
What does my face look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen blood red eyes.
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Anesthetize
I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.
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Holding Wishes
What is it like to be granted a wish when your first kiss was laced with bitterness?
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The Mermaid
They said they found her drowned below the galley. She had tried to scratch her way back to sea.
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Clowns
Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.
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Shattered
Shattered into a host of ghosts I never saw a demon save in the memories of my screaming.
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Rapt
and that was the day she stopped speaking, abruptly, out of the blue; without warning.
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Disregard
The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.
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What Is This Place?
There's been a hell put on me, and it isn't written on frail paper, in black ink by pink skinned kings.
Vennie Kocsis 
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