I have these conversations inside of me
That nobody knows about, no ears used
Yet I know what I hear, and listen to it
My monologues, different opinions shared
There’s a voice, my voice, that sound
Even though it’s not my mouth that speaks
The truth is, I’ve never been alone
Even in those moments I believed I was
Times I was hurting, suffering the loudest
Those places where I cried the hardest
When I screamed my boiling skin off
Where no one can visit, only my eyes see
I am, together at once and apart for all
I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to grasp it
But I sure as hell feel it, I know it to be true
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
“They didn’t understand how she lived a hundred lives, and died ninety-nine
and still got back up,
while they only dared to live one
dreading the next morning to come”
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC
“The heart is born ageless
put to test against time
How can love know an end
when infinity fills the cup of life
The body a mere instrument
boundless atoms we call mine
Like a fresh morning during spring
dew spreading without any strife
There is no secret in the circle of life
by knowing both sides of a dime
The beating heart turned to a relic
bound to return without asking why
Protest is futile, so is denial
upon the arrival back to the divine”
——
“The bird of the night has come
speaking of ol’ wives tales
Disappears after losing its feathers
after catching the Mother’s tears
Her hand is clutched tight
together withstanding the fire
The songs played so mercifully
making the soul weep so quiet
Bouncing drops of harmony
gathered together for the fight
Knocking the wooden door rhythmically
unheared while dancing into the night
Dawn was calling out for a break
covered in the ashes of the light
And so continued singing aloud
till all of our cups dried out”
———
“Filled with glee and joy
was the garden to explore
The flowers fragrantly bedded
the trees home to one-stop passengers
Looking for a place to stay
scavengers of food, hiding in the shade
Or for shelter, to keep dry
lay under a roof full of leaves
Together with the forget-me-nots
and a sky full of stars to believe
Gifted a million chances to see
all that is when one is open to receive
Tomorrow’s wishes may never be again
today is already granted to thee
So when the rooster sings its melody
let the heart dance as in your dreams”
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 10:24 AM UTC
We don’t cry ourselves to sleep
we turn the page and move on
we laugh, we sing, we dance, we brawl
And continue like nothing is wrong
because we are the ones who get to live
while others died, not letting it be in vain
We write new chapters, open another book
and that’s how we start all over again
it’s simply the only way we know how
Sometimes we may drown for a while
but the tears come as fast as they go
minutes later we wipe away all of the hurt
But we don’t forget the dead
every step we take, we take them with us
while we continue to stay in the game
We have lost without getting lost
we crawled ourselves out of the depths
and took no skeletons with us back up
Inspire those still blind, clueless or in denial
we didn’t survive, we accepted and understood
instead of holding on to what is already gone
Experienced the pain, and continued the same
celebrate ourselves even if nobody can see
and get ready for another one of life’s rounds
Until we say our own goodbyes and leave
when it’s our turn to be mourned
carrying on the cycle of never-ending grief
Sep 25, 2023
Sep 25, 2023 at 3:44 PM UTC
I wrote all that we weren’t
but wished I had chosen for instead
I wrote down all of my sorrow
for what in my heart I didn’t follow
Turn it into a new memory instead
maybe a future one yet to be made by me
I do not live with any regrets, no hate
nor any pity things as revenge
The only thing someone can blame me for
is moving on from an unhealthy situation
quickly and no words said
The truth is, grateful is all I can feel
even when things turn out bad
it’s my responsibility to me
to see my own flaws in every story
and make sure to be prepared
for another round as long as I am here
The rest is simply not on me
So I congratulate myself
to getting one step closer to a better path
Learning by lessons
I was still unaware I had
keep all that energy to myself
and change, grow into something better
holding still all in my heart
the hopes, dreams and wishes
for a greater tomorrow
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
I would’ve thought
it couldn’t get any better than it did
but instead it lifted off into something
that I couldn’t even dream of
It hits differently
when you least expect it
when you have given up
We’re still very new
and it’s all very fresh
we met months ago
and not once did he gave me the feeling
he wanted to let go
I know I’m not the easiest to get to know
I’d rather stay to myself
than indulge in a fantasy
that feeds my hungry heart
But he showed me more patience
than I have for myself
doesn’t believe in my online presence
as much as he does when we’re together
when I’m all ears and he has all of my attention
He understands
the hidden lines in my sensitivity
when I’m not there
and keeps close to his heart
all that I’ve said about how I look at love
It’s in the ways when we’re together
not looking away, no jealousy games
confident in who he is
and aware of the company he is with
We catch eyes
as if we are the lead stars in a movie
everybody wants to watch
but he doesn’t get carried away
with the energy we are able to omit
he invests it back in us
and so do I
Listening to the rhythm of our hearts
rather than anybody who isn’t apart
of what we have in our minds
A love like this
is everything I dreamt of
where our influence is made to make us
instead of being used to grow apart
I don’t know how to explain
how special this is to me
when my experiences has taught me
to never be in love again
But he is a world I want to be a part of
as much as I am letting him have
not only a home in my heart
but also a place in my thoughts
which are my most pridest and private parts
The love that grows from this
is one I will cherish
for as long as I can have it
and protect it
as he does me
creating a heaven
for me to be truly free
where I feel save in his embrace
And in return I will built
for him a paradise
to thrive in
follow his passions to end of the world
we created together
I would love to scream
at the top of my lungs
of the luck I feel being only his
as much as he is only mine
but instead I will keep it close to me
live it instead
so all the energy we create
is only for us to have
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 11:07 AM UTC
He opened the door and I walked in,
the air was intense already
heavy and thick
laced with all the things
we were both feeling
and I almost couldn’t breathe
I was nervous, yet calm
it was the seventh time we would meet
my body was tantalizing
but my heartbeat slow and steady
Until then, we had touched briefly
he never went straight for the ****
and neither did I
Anticipating and building
a momentum
shared already in dreams
We had talked about it,
shared our needs
discussed all of our desires
and how we would like to feel
Mind-fuckīng
at best
exactly as it is supposed to be
He had cooked for me
a fine dining once again
but this time made from his own hands
As if he knew precisely
what I am into
the level of life I like
and it smelled almost as amazing
as he did
He showed me around
indulged me in his taste
for another round of perfection
We headed for the kitchen
he grabbed a second glass
to pour in some wine
as I reached for the bottle next to him
My arm grazed his side
and we exchanged a look
we both instantly deciphered
Before I knew
I was up on the counter
with him between my thighs
who needs dinner
when we can have a full course
with an exotic palate to explore
It was more than desire
lust or want
it was roaring
down from the deepest parts
And I was lost
in this perfect combination
of high-end while downright *****
ready to bend in ways
I didn’t know I could yet
And man,
we went to heaven
and back
as he lifted me with one hand
from the table, couch
up against the wall
and into his bed
Looking down on him
with his body between my legs
it must have been
one of the most sensational
pictures I have captured yet
My hands on his chest
thinking he is sculpted as a God
as we locked eyes
and I moved as the waters
waves crashing on the sand
Until I heard my name escape
depart from the shoreline
of his lips against mine
hands above his head
my fingers entwined
as we both let go our release
perfectly at the same time
Dinner was served
and dessert in its finest class
both fresh out of breath
we looked at each other
our eyes laughed
as he pulled me onto his chest
And he said
“I’ve never had the pleasure before
of meeting a Goddess,
let alone having her in my bed.”
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC
‘If time was the only currency in the world’
How would you spend it?
What would you do?
Would you invest it in people
or would you invest it in you?
‘I am not my body
nor are you’
How would you use your energy?
How would you use time in order to transmute?
‘Knowledge is power
and Wisdom is truth’
Which is more important?
Which one would you choose?
‘From all the riches of the world
to all the riches in you’
Do you look inside yourself
or do you look at everybody but you?
What is it you dare to pursue?
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 10:33 AM UTC
To believe in art
you need to be a bit mad
or a bit drunk.
At least.
How else can you show the world
the inside of your mind
without being called crazy?
How else can you explain
that what you create
is your version of a reality
that lives inside your head?
It’s a gift of sharing
in words, colors, forms
or expressions born for impression.
To create art
you need to be a bit mad
or a bit high.
At least.
to be able to walk on the border
of worlds unexplored
but explained by a single thread
stroke
or word.
To grasp with your hands
where no man has hands to reach
let alone dare to walk on bare feet.
To be an artist
you need to be a bit mad
or a bit delusional.
At least.
To understand
that what we see
only lies in the one who beholds
not our vision
but what they dream.
That free form is mere
a bridge
built
between different worlds
and we hold the keys.
To be art
you need to be a bit mad
or a bit dark.
At least.
For what we see
can only become real
when we’re feeding of virtues
believes
or simply of how deep
and intensely
we are able to feel.
Unmorally explaining
without apologies
that there is more
than just here.
Showing off
without meaning to
only to please
and silence our own voices
that scream
waiting to be set free.
To Art,
you need to be a bit mad
or a bit drunk.
At least.
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 6:02 PM UTC
You don’t know when the bullet is gonna blow
and when the trigger gets pulled,
I don’t care which way the barrel is pointed,
I don’t care which way the bullet goes.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC