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May 2020 · 56
Fog
Roman Soanco May 2020
Fog
Hugged by heavy air
My sofa became a place of peace

Outside? I tried going there
Became scared of the forest midst the trees
Nov 2019 · 148
Our Garden
Roman Soanco Nov 2019
little citrus seed
that grows and glows
i shine my light on you
.        .        .
farewell lemon tree
forgive me please
for taking us to bed
Nov 2017 · 397
Hug
Roman Soanco Nov 2017
Hug
Merely a scratch.
Don't go looking for a bruising,
A festering wound or any of that.
Everything happened so fast,
Yet don't go thinking the pain won't last.
I'm only saying,
Not thinking or praying,
That I'm hurt.
Wanting my Mr. Bandaid,
To soothe me with his healing hugs.
Sometimes all you need is a hug
Oct 2016 · 342
Simplicity
Roman Soanco Oct 2016
Words
Written,
  Ascending
   In    a   pattern
    So   easy   to   see.
   And that is why
  They will fail
To move
Me .
Aug 2016 · 515
Mind
Roman Soanco Aug 2016
Letters delicately carved in paper
                             thrown away
           describing who I am
                                       always wanted to be
                             themselves
           formed by pure chaos lingering in my fingers
                                               I yearn to control
           define me
                      you
                      us
           ­                   forever
They'll define everything to come.
Jun 2016 · 450
Journey
Roman Soanco Jun 2016
A man once sailed
across the sea
to find undiscovered selves
dug deep down inside.

His kin has bailed,
now returned home
no more pictures on his shelves.
Here to die alone.

A man will sail no more.
Jun 2016 · 485
Stars
Roman Soanco Jun 2016
Mountains had fallen,
decades had passed,
for him all have bowed.
Now on top of it all,
he can only look down
to resist the dreadful
calling of the void.
Jun 2016 · 570
Lantern
Roman Soanco Jun 2016
When the roads become tangled,
allow yourself to tread the dark.
Indulge in its fragile serenity
but never feel alone.
As, you know, where no one sees,
love still shines the brightest.
Jun 2016 · 419
Bridge
Roman Soanco Jun 2016
The bridge on which he stood
could be walked not more
than two ways they said.
"Lies" he claimed as he jumped off,
hurdling towards the greyish
hue of concrete reflected in his
now not so far faded pupils.
May 2016 · 214
Thoughts
Roman Soanco May 2016
Is a poem written,
to be never read,
actually written?
Ofcourse he said:
as for poems aren't  
falling trees in desolate forests
May 2016 · 211
Blossom
Roman Soanco May 2016
The most beautiful flowers can be shy
Making men soar high up in the sky
For its petals to wilt, all would cry
Well, my dear, for you I'd fly.
May 2016 · 189
Nothing
Roman Soanco May 2016
Empty
Thoughts,
Actions.
Result:
Pain,
Remorse.
May 2016 · 213
Time
Roman Soanco May 2016
As   a   heap   of   sand
can  be  as  clear
as  glass
Chaos
Makes believe
the   best   of   men
their wilderness contains serenity
Apr 2016 · 221
Senseless
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
From deep dark waters
to shallow puddles in the park
Since I opened that door,
rain will never be the same no more
Apr 2016 · 225
Left
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
Follow the falling leaves
Carried by the eddies of the wind
In between rain drops dripping down
Spread your wings my bird
For I may sustain no more
The hunger that haunts you
Apr 2016 · 221
Brittle
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
How can you expect me to be your rock,
when all you've done is chisel me apart.
Apr 2016 · 309
Wind
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
Your sides
Embrace the leaves
Around whom you pass

A whisper of serenity
Nature's music
Available for all
Apr 2016 · 357
Submerge
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
A dew drop dripping down
Didn't deserve this disrespectful destiny
Dissolved in dissonance
Died and disappeared
Apr 2016 · 197
Marble Shell
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
Looking past
The shades you never wore
Realising now that I myself
Will never see the same no more
Apr 2016 · 296
Relentless Tide
Roman Soanco Apr 2016
Scribbling stupid sentimental sentences
In sand soon to be subsided
Sailing my shallow speculations
From simmering sun-drenched shores
To shallow seas

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