their common pleasures

they put sleepless
nights on our
heads.

the hours are
trembling in chronic
cycles.

loathing the gray
shades on our
canvass,

they tolerate the
bees to sting our
skins.

 

2020

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Gravity

I
pulled your
summer toes

in
the miracle
of the dawn.

The
purple sky
is my only witness.

 

2020

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Destroyed

You are like Uranus, spinning backwards.
You delight in your past, the ghosts bother you.

I woke up one morning,
Saw you steadily sitting on a bench.
I’ve watched you secretly from afar.
You cried and blamed yourself from your mistakes.

You hated yourself.
You built walls, disconnected from the world.
You left your cheerful state.

I am still here.
I’ve waited, I’ve called.
I’ve loved you for whatever reasons.
You never cared.
You never tried to pursue our good future.

Sad for you.
Cried for you.
You will never be coming home again
to love me like you have loved
me from the start.

 

2020

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Eternal

I’m burning in your fire,
burden to strike the unsteady
pace of lifeless motion,
to set them alive,
to wake them from the slumber,
to make them realize
a hope wraps in certain disguise,
a gift bountiful, beautiful
and eternal.

 

2019

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Normalcy

Normalcy, ordinary, a taste
of the innocence. A proud mother
has a good daughter. Darling of
the rest, friendship is the best.
We are the waters overflowing from
the humble cup. Time moves on, heartaches
cry on, our echoes linger in the air.
We manage a crucial life, we get burn,
we escape from what is not pleasant to
our feelings. Normalcy, ordinary, a taste
of luck and tragedy.

 

2020

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Tuesday Night

It’s
definitely not our
last day together.

I’ll see you,
walking with me,
my hand on your shoulders.

We’ll still conquer this world.

 

2019

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Something

I lied,
terrified and scared.

These things that I do
always.

I’m tirelessly
becoming sensitive.

This name
that I keep carrying
in good or bad days,

turning a memory lane,
keeping it private,
writing flawlessly,
forgetting who I am.

Something about me
that you don’t know
can consume your identity.

 

2019

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