The rectangular kitchen was narrow
But had enough space for the six of us
Of course, not at the same time
Large green refrigerator
Small white four burner stove with
A beige hood that sat atop like a hat.
The first thing I learned was
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When I rise up above the trees
South-West of the Eastern European Plain
I glide and yellow eyes look
Down on the foreign cities
Brimming with people
I beat my dark wings wide upon the air
See the fear and sorrow there
They run like sheep... – by Emilia Acabeo | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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We sit in front of the t.v.
me and him
he sits on his side
i sit on mine
blindly,
shadowy,
slowly,
he draws me closer, nearer
tight
phantomless hands brush against my
hair,
ear,
neck,
sliding
down my arm
around my shoulder
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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Something
Wicked this way comes
Draped in crushed black velvet
It raps at the door
Inviting itself in-
Makes itself at home
Wondering, looking
In every corner
Lays on the bed
And covers itself up
Like a puff of smoke
It waits
Waiting
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Stark. Bare.
Traces of tobacco hid
among the folds of dingy cloth
draped to conceal the morning light.
Eyeing it's rays
She stood,
Back arched.
Tufts of bluish-black
pendulate in the sweltering heat,
Concealing lucid dark browns
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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Through glass partition
sizzling hot vapors
fill the room
obscuring tingling liquid beads
as the translucent vessel waits
cold
white
for falling silvery streams
to trickle down
surrounding, saturating, embracing
head
shoulders
breasts
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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We are all a darker shade of white
A common history
Binds us all in experiences
That have been cruel unjust downright criminal
We look upon each other with
Competing words
Weapons with which we wound
Endured over centuries
Written... – by Emilia Acabeo | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Fuck you he yelled
Angry words bullets
Thrown at me
Spat out
Leaving an angry trail
A black hole
Swirling in the air
Sticking
Blinding
Slapping
Acrid odor
White daggers pierce
Perforated
A heart already broken
Leaving pieces
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 51 Views added 2 years ago
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We spent our lives
Weaving memories
Tender strands so delicately balanced
Spun from
Childhood dreams and wishes
Handcrafted by lives experiences
Sprinkled with love, hate, happiness and sadness
Each one taking a toll
Making us who we... – by Emilia Acabeo | 119 Views added 2 years ago
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A woman of bronze
Unhappy
Stands at the mouth of New York Harbour
A Roman goddess
Clutching a
Torch above her head
Always relentless observing a
Path obscured
Forgotten freedom light
Standing
Looking out confused
Her base inscribed with... – by Emilia Acabeo | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Shadowed moon dented with craters dark
Stands solitary against gray skies
Guarding
Puffs of clouds stretch across
It's bottom like a skirt
Dangling askew
Tall thin black bare trees
Branching
Reaching life fingers
Waiting to touch
... – by Emilia Acabeo | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Wailing sirens
Followed by praying mourners
Weeping eyes red
Stumble through in agony
While the moist black dirt
Snatches their loved... – by Emilia Acabeo | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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