The Leaves Of Summer

Burning, scorching in the day.
I stretch my shoulders and the children
outside bend their knees and dive in the waters.

Skies, blue and sunny.
I dance in my own, antique room.
My hands are tired from folding and shaking.

Turning from the heat,
I skip the sun above my shelter.
The shades of leaves in summer tamed me.

 

2018

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crazy over you

you came
and i refused to
accept that

you can’t
have me the way
you have someone.

but i can
still allow myself
to get crazy over you

even though the
world knows that we
cannot be together.

 

2018

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When Truth Becomes Familiar

I have noticed the sad grey clouds.
Hovering in the sky, filtering a good day.
The sun cannot appear completely.
At this time, I’m feeling devastated.

The day you were gone, without saying goodbye,
was the hardest time of my entire life.
I’ve cursed whatever I can think of.
All the memories we shared have been shattered.

I have grown tired of missing you.
But when truth becomes familiar,
I know I have to move on without you.
And it takes all the strength to start over again.

 

2018

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I Do Not Make Me Want You

Your absence cuts me like a knife.
Long, warm, sleepless nights
are terrible.

I am not good at many things.
Yet, I can be your someone who can
be there.

No magic words, no sacred rituals,
this intellectual capacity to understand
you is a fact.

I do not make me want you
but we are the same lonely people
in the universe.

 

2018

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un-flight

i lost a flight,
missed an opportunity.
left the ones i love
in a foreign country.

slowly, i lead a life
of reality and once
escaping the world through
some book’s pages,

i regain a composure,
forgetting the problems
that lie somewhere in my
head and heart.

still, i have questions
stuck deep down and i
wonder how i’ll get
answers to ponder them.

 

2018

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the life insignificant

scattered. butchered.
action upon action
of sins secretly pounding
on floors of dirty rendezvous.
dark. hot and sticky.
the normalcy of manhood
in its abnormality.
it experiments.
finding life insignificant
from the rest of the crowd.

 

2018

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far

far from you,
and too much
absence makes us
unimportant.

we cling to
the loneliness
of our skins and
we sleep less.

far and we
can never be near
anymore, as we build
another life here.

 

2018

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