Poems from Kary Cabrera

What is freedom? Is it the brainchild of purpose? The essence of existence A false reality made by unfathomable content Freedom squirms in...
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable...
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being. My hungry eyes searched scornfully I could see it Far away, yet so near The palpable...
A young man sits, questioning his computer screen What shall he write? A tale of malice, malevolence and wallow? Or a jovial story, a tad...
Cold Pizza My pizza, so precious and delicious, The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism The warmth that comforts and soothes my...

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