The wind brought your name to me,
now you're just a stranger
even if you always remained unknown to me.
You took my heart out
to whisper poisonous words
and when our eyes met,
your lips were crimson red.
Hearteater was your name.
You left my body like a rotten pomegranate,
it shatters under the softest touch
and somehow I take the blame
for bleeding in delicate hands.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:00 AM UTC
Growing up I loved
the ruins of ancient times,
everything from temples,
statutes, to stories and paintings.
At the age of eighteen
my mom took me to Greece
and I can't remember a time
where I was so excited
for my birthday to come.
The sun burned my skin,
went from porcelain white
to candy pink.
I visited many museums,
climbed up to The Parthenon,
even walked near the
God of Thunder's temple.
Five years later
I realize:
I am made of ruins too
unlike Athens, there is no beauty
in my external scars,
only shame and regret.
I am the only cause of my
downfall.
I am Hector but at same time
my name is also Achilles.
And just like the old city,
my soul is ancient;
too fragile for my body to keep,
too heavy for my heart to hold.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
And I, who just wanted
to get drunk from
the curve of her hips
during a warm summer day.
A starving man,
hoping to get a taste
of the forbidden fruit,
a holy delight.
I, who refused to believe in any God,
because only her could be
the deity I would worship,
day and night,
in life and death;
the mother of beauty, the cause of my weakness.
Just to be drowned
under all the sins I committed,
and the ones I paid, despite my innocence.
I, who died on the cold stone,
before I could kneel in front
of my very own reason to live.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
I'm fond of this image of him,
sweet, vulnerable, gentle.
He knows all my games,
and still he crawls to me.
I feel seen,
almost protected
almost loved.
And I can't help but wonder,
in the late Saturday morning
what would have been of us.
If only he had learned how to read,
my poetry, my soul, my self,
if he had listened to
my voice, my plea, my cry.
But for him I was invisible,
and just like in chess
I learned how to end a king,
with foolish moves.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC
And March came by
but its presence started to feel heavy
during the end of February.
The days start to be longer,
and my eyes are forced to close
on my way back home.
Soon the flowers will start to bloom,
the cold won't longer reach my bones
and the people will be marching on the streets.
With the welcome of spring
I wonder under the starry night
What else will I have to say goodbye to?
As every spring my soul rots
as the strawberries inside my fridge,
a curse I still don't know how to break.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
Who should I be?
I've got people telling me
I should change
in my dreams.
I should change the way I am,
how I think,
what I want.
So, how am I supposed to change?
I know nothing besides my name
and an unhealthy obsession towards loneliness,
and my future must already have
a dateline written somewhere in the Infinite
because for today
I can't see past my Sunday morning shift.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC
I stopped dreaming
when my days started to be grey
even when the sunlight
was coming in through the window
of my childhood bedroom.
I started to live in the dark
and I could hear my mom
asking was wrong with me
even my dad notice
all the versions of me,
how I can't open up,
how much I try to hide.
He said to me
one day I will break
and all my emotions will escape
and I won't be able to hold them back,
that one day I will find my way back.
And I hoped
they will still take me in.
I almost prayed
that if I ever find myself
they would be able to feel proud,
or at least something similar.
For now I'm just the younger
version of my mother
will all the bad habits of my father.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
February is leaving
without a warning.
And I'm not ready to move on,
to welcome spring
and all the pain it brings with it.
My shaking hands
can't skip the page,
end the chapter
and await the uncertainty of the future.
Time passes too fast,
and I'm just an expectant
who doesn't know how to contribute to life.
February is leaving,
only the second month
but still I would get on my knees
and beg for January to come,
have a new restart.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
And my days turned so lonely
I don't enjoy company anymore
people's feelings overwhelm me
and I can't find the right words.
Sometimes I feel closure
with my family,
other times they're complete strangers
their faces become blurry,
and I force myself
to memorize every detail of my face,
every scar on my body,
and the sound of my voice
to remember that I exist,
that I'm not another broken thing
in my apartment,
like all the burned out light bulbs
or the broken thermostat.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
Shades of purple and red
cover the skin of my hands,
fresh paint in a white canvas
my eyes can't tell if the saints
are blackberry juice
or a sign that, like my soul
my body is starting to decay.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC