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A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 10


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Selection of Poetry - Vol. 10

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[!] A portrait of an adult Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

4th of Tov ag Yermey, 422 E.S.

 


 

“You are I, We are we, I are you”

 

Two separate pieces of a whole.

Links interlock to form a crackless seem.

Each part was made specifically for the other.

Without their counterpart they are not complete.

 

Who are you to me? What am I to you??

If not the finishing puzzle piece to the picture.

The one that makes everything come together.

A harmony where there once was simple noise.

 

Time and time and waiting and waiting,

For that perfect other half to find me. 

That perfect other half had found me and now.

It is a pleasant time of waiting.

 


 

“The Big Show”

 

Highlights to the show

Come and off we go

Tither and hither and thine and mine

Words to fill the gap, whatevers sublime

 

Fill in the gap, fill in the gap

Do what it takes to make the crowd clap

Whatever it takes says the speaker behind stage

Break out now, kick down the cage

 

Kick down the cage, open the door

Everything shared, so much more

This takes talent, and talent takes time

Use words to fill in the gap, whatevers sublime

 


 

“Night”

 

Balls of white, they float ever continuously in the space above us.

Halls of sight, the stillness over takes as the deep ness settles in.

Walls of light, somehow reaching their gentle hands to give us a faint glow.

Calls of night, sleep draws upon us, whispering for us to close our eyes.

 


 

“Why are you here?”

 

What are you still doing here?

Don’t you know all you cause is destruction?

You are a parasite waiting for a chance to latch on.

A pest that doesn’t know when to stay away.

 

You ruin people’s lives with simple words,

Caving in their whole existence because of your own selfishness.

How dare you walk among us as if you have done nothing wrong.

We are the host, you are the worm that festers within us.

 

You should have just stayed gone, for no good comes when you are around. 

Apologies given where apologies were not deserved.

You stay here, sucking up the decency of people.

And use it for your own malicious works.

 

 


Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich

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