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Shemené Kok

Shemené Kok

A word

Sticks and stones...

What is more painful?
Is it to be struck?
Is it a word?
A word left unsaid?
No great strike has the power of a single word.

I'd much rather be struck to die, than live with a heart full of gruesome words.

Other works by Shemené Kok...
Walk on Dalia

WALK on Dalia they say. One Winter’s night. He left within minutes of sight. He left me with no surety of retur… My heart turned to stone but on i…
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Euphoria, my sanctuary.

there’s a half moon in the night s… the hills I see clearly as they sh… a blanket of smoke rests upon the… the smoke is wildin now as the win… No wait, I think it’s come to pla…
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Inside

Am I me Or am I what they want to see I have him Or do I want her too Do I love it
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My mind

There’s life whithin these fingers There’s love whithin these palms There’s hate whithin those memorie… But they’re all left behind. There’s mind within this body
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Great loss

Iv lost my touch. The ability to express and win hea… Iv lost my sight. The ability to see good in others… Iv lost my sense of smell.
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Who am i?

Sometimes i look at myself and won… I wonder where iv gone to. I cant recognize myself. I wonder what has happened. Happened so strongly that iv total…
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why do i

Why do I live? Live to only perish once. Live to putrefy within dust. I live each day in..., each day out.
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Métier faux

I have nothing to say today, yet my fingers wants to walk in th… My pen is dry, all i want to do is cry. My hands itch,
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The little bird has died

My mind is not the safest dwelling… for most parts inside me. Thoughts, fears, pain, misery and… It’s never quiet in here, even when I’m lonely.
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its true

there’s a love story in the world… it’s in a specific book i knew i read it so many times iv left it behind id like to go back
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bye bye gone

No more bright son No more blue skies to flap my wings to spread them wide to learn to fly
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I am my own butterfly

She writes as if though writing wa… It is as if she would drop the pen… Her adjectives made sense entirely… It was as if she had to draw them,… Her wrist turned and twirled as sh…
What are we fighting?

We say all that life can do is tak… have we really assessed ourselves… See we blame society for whats wro… Do we see what we are doing wrong… We live and have opportunity,
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Inner

I often leave my soul unattended o… See I never thought that this sou… I hate to suffer like this becuase… Disruptions and all bad spirits wi… Another hurtful story of another l…
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The Storm

Sunlight above us as we continue. My heart as blissful as ever along… The beauty and meaning of life sho… Until a vigorous vigilante of life… I haven’t cried so much before.



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