glances

you burn the
temporary images
on glossy papers,
changing them with
glances from an
open veranda.

 

2018

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I’ve Got Something In My Mind

There are thousand words deep in the soul.
There are tears hidden at the back of the moon.
One beauty fades at a time we don’t know.
One reason to let go a love so impeccably true.

I’ve got something in my mind.
I’ll tell you so. You’re the only one I
can’t live without. This time I’m not
going to break your heart.

 

2019

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tied to that same mistake

a plural of blame to myself, self-infliction.
my fingers pointing at my own, aggression.
not understanding, only compromising.
i’m tied to that same mistake, held hostage.
i’m tied to that same hell, burning on and on.
not pretending, only compromising.
i’m tied to that same mistake, not confronted.
i’m tied to that same hell, unforgiven.

 

2019

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the world around me is dead

it’s happening
it’s happening
it’s happening

the presence in frigidity
the aura that has no view
the power in perplexity

i can ignore
i must ignore
i will ignore

them aren’t too beautiful
them aren’t too sane
them aren’t too perfect

i’ve wanted to go
i need to stay
there’s a big transformation

i can wait
i can wait
i can wait

 

2019

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i lost my old, happy self

i lost my old, happy self
in the raging sea.
swept
and wrecked my
entirety.

what you see now
is the version i’m told to hate.
i’m having struggles
departing from this.

 

2019

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hollow

the smell of old men,
of hyacinths,
of long time ago.

a vintage thought,
an antique shore,
those skeletons stuck,
congested and buried in
our own history.

there are pains that can
be utterly remembered.
the screams of the past
are ringing louder every
time we close our eyes.

a ghost can be stronger
than a weak mouth.

 

2019

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somewhere

we bore the silence of the ocean.
we stretched our legs at the
rough surface of sands.

the sky above us is mad.
our deep dreams are gathered
somewhere in the space beyond.

a roar of the wild is heard
from afar. no sun can warm
us in the dark of the night.

 

2019

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