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POETRY / According to the Dictionary : "the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts." / / According to me: The topsoil with which you feed the flower of creativity. The warm hug of imagination.
you were so beautiful
we spoke
harmoniously
looking each other
tenderly
You caressed
my cheek
and smiled at me
sweatly
I was so happy,
I found my
Nirvana State
But then
everything
disappeared
including
you
Why did you
abbandon
me
during the
dark and rainy
night
I had lost all
hopes
but
Afterwards
I
got
up
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I
need to
let of steam.
Sometimes I
feel carelessly
around me
people talking
nonsense
with lots and lots
of words without
a meaning
people that flaunt
their ignorance
with certainty and
haughtiness.
Sometimes I
need to vent
because I can't
bear folks
that don't give
importance
to the content
of their talks.
Sometimes I
just need to
let of steam.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
I like to
see the world
from different corners.
I like to discover
new streams of
thinking
watching
the emptiness
listening to
the silence
I like to walk
by myself
and explore
unknown
places
I like to
smell the
scents of wood
when no one
is watching
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
How could be
scary a
blank page?
with this
infinity
s p a c e
and its
white face
that stares at you
with a vacuous look.
You are
in front of it
motionless
empty brain
and petrified hand.
I'm looking for
something
in that
blank page
and know what?
I've just
filled it.
(Could you grout the void with other void?)
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.
There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.
But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.
But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Dear Starman,
now that you've left
our world
to reach yours
I'm Happy.
Now that you can
dream
like a martian
and travel
across
the galaxies
and dance
through
the Venus
moons
I'm Happy.
The Earth is always blue
up there
isn't it?
Goodbye
dear Starman
(11-1-16 Rest in peace Mr Bowie)
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
The shoes I bought
Are too big for me
But I love them
I love them dearly
I strapped them up tight
I redid the laces
Put on layers of socks
Crammed ***** of tissue to
fill the empty spaces
I submerged them in water
In a pail, to the bottom they'd sink
I left them in the sun
In the hopes that they'd shrink
I just wish that they'd peer through their eyelets
And see me for all I've done
I will not cease to fill the voids
And fulfil the love I've begun
The shoes I bought
They remain too big for me
But I still love them
I love them dearly
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
walking along the beach
during a foggy day
sea is quiet
waves touch tenderly
the sand.
And you are Alone.
Alone.
start running barefoot
waving hands through
the fog
no one can stop you
no one can hear you
start screaming
so loud
and finally free.
Can you feel it?
Scream disappearing
absorbed by clouds
barefoot cold
and sandy
Sea's lapping
Silence
and breaths.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
I can't breathe
still sitting there
with my flower dress
on a wood bench
Where am I?
Actually don't know.
There is a thick fog stripe
all over my head.
I'm thinking blindfold
I feel the confusion inside me
I feel silence around me
Where am I?
waving hands wishing
the fog will go away
Still
there
the fog
(and the confusion)
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC