Monthly Archives: January 2016

This Is Not The End Of Me

Ruined in 72 hours but revived after. Broken and too defeated yet survived after you left then you failed. I am here in my own place but you are there in your own hell. It happened and it was not … Continue reading

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Still On Earth

The early morning of 3 AM and someone is interrupted in his sleep. No time to panic but get through to the unexpected shades of life. Someone has to understand that after all these things, life is not really perfect. … Continue reading

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Being Absent

It takes a while to recover, to be silent and far. I was not with you yesterday. Being absent in the moment is not my tragedy.   2016

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Pour Me

Pour me a drop of your grand. Pour me your black and white. Pour me the first of everything. I’m drenched in your magnitude.   2016

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Walk With You On The Road

I am not the only one to walk on the road of the good and the bad. Cowardice will never let me get through the end of my destination. Like a son without a mother, without you I won’t finish … Continue reading

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My “Soon To Be”

You’re my “soon to be”  friend, lover, companion. My comrade, confidante, prayer partner. I’m not taking a risk but making my dream come true. And I like the sparkle in your eyes. And I love the kindness of your heart. … Continue reading

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Something Beautiful

A ghost, a butterfly, a dead memory that haunts today and tonight. A gossip, a sensation, a myth that turns everyone into believing. A pill, a slumber, a nightmare that interrupts the sleepers. A time, a hand, a fall from … Continue reading

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Don’t Worry, I’m Okay

The phone rings in the middle of the night but I ignore. You cross my mind at an hour unexpected and I wonder. The world offers me a cup of tea but I decline. You fix a broken home and … Continue reading

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Contemplating Ivan, Part Three

Your framework is loomed by the Master’s hands. You are the orchestration of rationality, of emotions. You resurrect the endangered aspects of a radical. But something in your someone is a delight of all. Haunting me, pondering me about you … Continue reading

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Contemplating Ivan, Part Two

But the smoke of your skull is blue. Pounding my mediocre terrain of knowledge. My past is anchored in your tranquility. Here, I consume a dosage of confusion. You murder my complicated ideas.   2016

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