Category Archives: Poetry

Pisces

My soulis rhymed withthe sonnets of Shakespeare. 2022

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The Bartender

Aloha, it’s you!The wine is fine.I won’t decline.Perfection is defined.Who’s mine?The King has dime. 2022

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The Pieces Of You Hang In My Head

There are things that meant to fade.There are words meant to be said.There are lovers that won’t stay.But you don’t leave, you remained. When I’m alone, thinking how to go on.The choices flooded in my brain.But I won’t stop loving … Continue reading

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Bombarded

Bruised in the burger stand.You almost die. I killed youin my mind. The privacy of my madnessis not a sight to see. Yourpresence is invalid. We were in romancebut the car has emptiedof petrol. We walkedhome defeated. We walkedhome bombarded. … Continue reading

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Whirlwind Dream

Youreyes are like crystalchandeliers, speakingto me in flashes andwonderlight. SomeChristmas years havewe missed, and allmorning kisses weredismissed. Butwe’re here againat close proximity,and we’re stuck inthis whirlwind dream. 2022

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Thousand Ghosts

Thereare thousandghosts playingthe tug of warin my mind.I’m haunted bythousand guilts ofa transgressioncommitted secretlyin my past. 2022

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Baby, It’s Everywhere, Everything

A perfect lover,the best masterpiece,an endless gift.Thanked God for this.I’m satisfied. I’m full.Time to go home.Time to love you more. My perfect lover,my best masterpiece,my endless gift.Baby, happiness iseverywhere. Love iseverything. 2022

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orchid

it belongs to you.not to the flood.not to the fire.not to the wolves.do not destroy.do not throw.do not burn. 2022

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Roses For Saint John

There are wings of yesterday,flew over our heads, unnoticed.A simple worship, sang from innocentlips, and thousand knees on the floorasked for peace. Hands fold other handslike a sign of serious prayers. Outsideare lonely children, throwing roses forSaint John. 2022

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Dust, Love Dust

Must not be forsaken.Must not be death.When we separate,we separate. But, dust,love dust and it shouldn’tus to blame. It should usto reconcile. After all, westill love each other. Andwe’re not to be blamed. 2022

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