CaeMagnoliae
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Even when she's not saying anything, she hears everything better than I'll ever understand my own thoughts. She gives me sense and...
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Caelus Magnoliarum - A Sky off Magnolias
~This is my poetry~
Welcome to CaeMagnoliae: a blog where I post my poems. Don't know if it's poetry, but that's up to you I guess... There will be short and long poems, deep and shallow grounds, and maybe some which you can relate to. So go ahead and discover these pages ~O^w^O~
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WHEN WE ARE ASLEEP IN THIS WORLD, WE ARE AWAKE IN ANOTHER
-Salvador Dali
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Some Explanations.
For the curious ones out there...
Why Magnolias?
The magnolia starts to bloom around my birthday, so a friend of my mom gave me a magnolia tree on my first birthday. Every year the magnolia trees will be fully in bloom on my birthday. The flowers and the stem along with the branches give me some mysterious but calming feeling. And I guess that's why I'm here :).
My logo?
For those who don't know: it's a painting of a tree by Mondrian. Wouldn't expect that right? And that's why I love it. It's one of the older paintings of Mondrian, before his 'colored-blocks' face. This tree is one of my favorite paintings I have yet seen, because it isn't just a tree. If only you pay a second look, you'll understand why.
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All day, all night.
I've dreamed about it so many times. All day, all night. But just like in a nightmare, there's a bigger part of me which resists. Maybe I...
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Clench
Let me hold it. Let me clench it. Let me breath in it. Please, let me touch it. I just want to know if it's real. If it's not just made...
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Consequences
“Make your world a bit more beautiful” But I know it can't be the same as before. It can't feel like that again. Thinking that maybe my...
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‘Find me a pair of fool-proof wings’
Sometimes it feels like we're floating, while sometimes gravity settles upon us. It's normal: changes in how we're feeling are quite...
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The Coast-Game
At the coast, waiting for the flood Water tickles my feet, maybe there are crabs underneath the sand It would have scared me It would...
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