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written by: Paula Puolakka


Love: I do not comprehend.
People are walking into the rooms
without any intention of
making the meetings amicable.

Love: I do not want to pretend.
I’m sick and tired of the charades
since our souls are already hidden inside
the costumes made out of skin, flesh, and bone.

Love: I do not give a damn
if you’re 48, 59, 67, 78, or 85
as long as you are here for me,
and with me, all you feel is tranquility.

Paula Puolakka

Paula Puolakka

Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas) who has won writing contests and challenges held in the USA, Israel, South Africa, and Finland. Also, The Finnish Reserve Officers' Federation gave her an honorable mention in 2019 for her essay concerning invisible warfare, honoring the academic legacy of Mr. Theodore John Kaczynski and Mr. Ludwig Wittgenstein. Puolakka's interview concerning some of the same topics can be found through Re:fiction. Also, The Burgundy Zine (USA) celebrated her articles concerning science, pseudoscience, Mr. Kaczynski, Mr. Wittgenstein, and education in September 2020 and March 2020. Between April 2019 and September 2020, Puolakka was 29 x the winner of the poetry challenge held by Poetry Potion. The newspapers Kaleva and Savon Sanomat have supported Puolakka’s opinions. The radio station Dei has also shared Puolakka's vibes on 9/15/20, 8/3/20, 6/15/20, 1/23/20 & 9/23/19. Puolakka has also been crafting and distributing poetry zines and guiding youngsters (lost in the material world.)
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