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Выставка: Самоанализ

Автопортрет человечества

Автор: Коул Е.Л. Грин

Базируется в Кейптауне, Южная Африка

Instagram: @ cole_e.l_green, @ greentree.poetry

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Сборник стихов, охватывающий различные эмоции, любовь, потеря, природа, смятение и жизнь. Только вкус полного сочетания поэтической справедливости, чтобы оправдать и соединить с кем-то внутреннее чувство, которым может поделиться любая душа в одиночку или с компанией, превращая мир в слова, хотя бы в попытке сделать жизнь более понятной и, в свою очередь, более красивой и живой.

Decorative Lighting


There is light
On either end of the limbo.
Behind me:
I. The life I used to lead.
II. Naivety.
III. I could let the insanity take over
And pretend that I live there again
For all eternity.

I. Hope
And dreams
Have become reality.
II. Happiness
In an unabridged form.
III. Maybe if I closed my eyes
And had a little more patience
I could get there faster.

Here in the middle:
I. Only dark.

September 2019
I wait; maybe the fates will decide.

Image by Joyce McCown

Between the Staff Lines

You wrote in my old books,
Just grabbed a pen—
My own weapon of choice—
And scribbled all over them,
Top to bottom,
Left to right.
You drew nonsensical shapes.
You wrote answers to my questions.
You wrote your name
Next to mine.
You covered the pages with ink
And left no space free.
Now they sit in a bag
Collecting dust under the piano.
I haven’t opened them since—
I’m too afraid of letting their shapes
Spill all over my floor
And of having to clean up the memories.

October 2019
Even I didn’t realize back then that writing is permanent.

Holding Hands


My soul comes alive when you sit next to me.
In the beginning,
It would peek its head
Through my ribcage,
The cell it hides behind,
And slowly,
Make its way outside.
It would stop
And squint
In the brightness of the outside world,
For it had been inside far too long,
And then it would walk to you,
It could feel your light
Radiating from you like a fire
As big as the one you put out,
And it would start to feel warm
From its toes
To its fingertips,
And it would smile
And reach up like a child
To wrap its arms around your neck.
It jumps right out of the cage
The second it hears your voice.
It skips into the starkness of the daylight
And runs to you.
It feels your light
Radiating from you like a fire
As big as the one you put out,
And it feels warm
From its toes
To its fingertips,
And it smiles,
Reaches up,
And wrap its arms around you
Like it could never afford to let go.

October 2019

Souls have no concept of time; they just know when you’re not around.

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