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C. Knappe

C. Knappe

Colours

This is freedom

I see a perplexing array of colours in front of me,
Most prodominantly reds and yellows, possibility of pink and green,
They form a shape, not just any you see,
The shape of happiness,
The shape of the free.

(2013)

I was having a moment of happiness and wonder, and I wrote about freedom. Enjoy.

Other works by C. Knappe...
You are there

I close my eyes and imagine a worl… Everything in it’s likeliness is b… We are all free and there is no ne… We are careless yet gentle; subtle… Devoted but we will not be possess…
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Lost Puppet

Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
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You are a Rock

You are a rock, Maybe you never understood this bu… The meaning behind every move not… But felt Feelings are so submissive
The Lady of the Sea

In your dark sunset eyes The highs and the lows of the midn… Take me away Drag me far into the night Swallow me whole
The Black Sea

I feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry
 1
Measures of Gold Folly

If I to follow as a deer in the m… You would be but my caravan of bet… I witnessed the cruel ingenuity of… I seem to feel less pain that way,… You do not feel, as I do, fled wi…
Truth but a Folly

Never have the pangs of desolation… The world is as beautiful as an ic… Cutting through the glass walls li… In this light, the shadows seem al… or dim coves,
Cherry Mud Pies

Lost... It’s not where I am or who, Per se But something more Like my skin has sulked calmly fro…
Society.

I can’t seem to wrap my head aroun… The proprieties of man have become… To lay down our arms and lessen th… Prepared to be struck down by the… Cold heat burns skin of the poor m…
 2
Hm.

My mind is reeling towards uncanny… I cannot stop my thoughts from tak… I cannot feel as you all feel, fla… I am not afraid of the unknown as… I would rather wander into the dar…
 1
The Whether

I feel the cold against my skin, My mind is whirling yet again, A thought, one simple and so pure, Leads my mind only more to lure, I am not afraid. I tell myself,
Obtuse Poetry

Able mounted, swift. You are crescent shaped and rigid, Colloquial, simply complex Paradoxical, congruent Absent minded
 1
Imbroglio

Patiently stumbling over strewn br… Mildew covered moss Shouting into the void of blacknes… Begging the wood for answers Her mind could not find elsewhere
Radiance

I’m simply sweet; serene, I’ll have your heart in my palms o… And the next appear as a dream, I cannot travel, my dearest love, I rest as embers burning temperate…
Caressing Flames

What does it feel like to burn you… Does it feel good, euphoric? As o… Does the tender sensitivity awaken… Or does it merely elude the solid… What do YOU feel like?
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