And she began to wonder if it is the coffee she had
that keeps her up all night
or all the thoughts she chose to keep inside
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
*Walk away now
from the ones hindering your growth,
the ones degrading your worth.
Walk away now
if it ever made you doubt yourself,
your capability and your esteem.
Walk away now
if you exerted so much love
yet all you get are doubts and fears,
and it made you just more sad
than glad.
Walk away now
if you shed so much blood
with all the puzzle pieces
that never really fits.
Walk away now
if you see yourself in years
in the same situation
still wondering what it will be
if you have walked away.
Turn your back
on things that are killing you
if it stays
or if you stay.
Time ticks fast,
it is not going to wait for you,
but it will always be on your side
if you just move right.
So walk away now
and I promise you
you will love yourself more than ever,
because as you walk away
you are believing
that you are not just a stone
but a jewel of so much worth.
Walk away now
if you must,
and you will come out stronger
than ever
because you will choose your worth now
and you will always be able
to choose it again.*
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
If you doubt your capability to love
and you are emotionally unsure,
perhaps I am not the one for you.
No, I am not your cure.
Know that you are about to love someone
who will not hold you liable
of helping her define her existense
for she knows in thee she is responsible.
For I am in the rescue of my own soul,
teaching my heart how to behave.
I cannot be in love and be a hero at the same time
with someone who still needs to be saved.
Because my mind is a galaxy
of wonders and uncertainties
and if you do not know your direction,
you will be lost in my infinity.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
*If you will see me
To the deepest of my flaws
Would you still love every part of my soul?*
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
*To whom do you write those words?
Who runs in your mind
When all those thoughts
Started to cloud you again?
Do you write to express
To translate all the things
That is probably, or just maybe,
best untold?
But maybe we have said too much
or said too less
than what we wanted
that it made us write again.
But the thing with poems,
It never settle for just fine.
It require too much
Or too less.
We write when we are too angry,
Or too sad,
Or too overwhelmed,
Or maybe when we feel almost nothing.
Because poems are meant to tell
Only the things from the heart;
And the heart never accepts
Things that are "just fine".
Maybe this is why we write,
Because either we have
A little love
Or too much.
And maybe it doesn't matter
If in the way we hope
That it will be read
To whom it is intended.
*
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
*I may forget you in some of my prayers
But in the most random of moments
It is you I will remember*
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
I still feel all the vigors
And my mind is still sore
But my heart is too frail
To feel anything
I still hear voices at night
Or maybe it is just the sound
Of your voice
Sweetly calling my name
I still feel those chills
Or maybe it is just the longingness
Between the spaces
Of my fingers
I still look at my walls
As if my sight can strike against it
So steady and deep
With the sharp thoughts I have
I cannot tell what it is
But if there is something
That makes it hard for one to breathe
That is exactly it
We all get it
Hangovers
And the worst ones you get
Comes when you love
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
*If you wait for happiness
Somewhere in the future
It will never come*
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
I do not want you to fear.
*Like the flower he gave me
of how he handed it to me
brighter than the color of my lips
on the day that the skies
are seemingly well-arranged just for two human beings;
of how I let it die
beneath the pages of the book
he once read as he found it
in the storage of my secrets;
of how it grew old in there
and perhaps made him wonder
why I keep it
and why I think it is always beautiful.
My dear,
we are set to grow and bloom
in our own wonderful seasons.
If we will bloom, then we will.
If we will fade, then we will fade.
I do not want you to fear
of the things that has not yet happened,
or take an air that suffocates
every lovely pieces of ou.
So just breathe that warm air
that cleanses your veins up to your soul.
Unfold on your perfect rise or dawn
and be what you are to be.*
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
The future scares me
Also the familiarity
It’s a little scary
But not as it used to be
Sure it doesn’t get easy
I just learned to find courage
To discover maturity
Not just age
It’s not the fear of future
But of repetition
Of what I used to endure
Of the things I held on
But maybe I have learned
To hold on a little lighter
That if things just turned
I can let it fly better
It is being brave
And bold
Knowing what is good and naive
And what is worth to hold
I have to seek wise
No matter how long is too far
Or the possible sacrifice
Or how scary the waves are
I cannot have it all in hand
This is how life goes
Even when I do not understand
I have to dive brave in to the flows
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC