Nostalgic body wishing for a cold spring
Lonely nights with horror cinema and unprovided love
Chocolate and endless food for the dawn
Dreams and daydreams were real and alive
They weren’t covered in shades and dark
I wish I could feel hope and love
I wish I could find a good movie that I cannot forgot
A good album that abide me by and a time for me to feel alive
Poetry isn’t poetry anymore
When it’s losing its meaning
It’s losing its meaning
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
my heaven
my eden
my paradise
and every single place a human had dreamt of
my baby
my girl
and the only love I have ever known
I will be there with you
you will find me there
anytime, anywhere
I promise you love
that not a single creature can turn us apart
not even monsters
not even god
so hold on tightly to me
because I will be there
I will stay
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Cherry and red wine
near mountains, under the sky
life is brighter but not kinder somehow
under this tiny blueness
I write down my feelings
may it reach to the seventh sky
O dear whoever you are
you should know that
I need her
I need her more than the earth needs the sun
since the day my hands touched hers
I'm still drunk somehow
love is suffering I confess
it never meant happiness and that's the way it is
but I would choose suffering over happiness
because through hell
I will find my heaven
through hell
I will find my heaven
and I will find her.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
Your blue eyes and your rosy cheeks
and that white skin and long honey hair
I kissed this heavenly beauty
and then I looked away
I knew I knew
There was more than just a face
there were a beating heart and speaking mind
your rosy goldfish beauty is not everything
there's more
I see the galaxies in your eyes
and your short black diamond hair
your yellowish skin
mixed with power, weakness, and sins
O dear Jane
I kissed your silky skin
and I looked at you
and I knew I knew
there was more than what's appearing
there was a mind inside that black hair
beauty in every vain and cell
For all that matters
what's inside that fragile walking thing
is something part of the cosmos
part of the stars and suns
For all that matters
you will die and you will be
something of something bigger
and your face will be a history
that folks have to read it later
Dust to dust
You just another stardust
The beauty will keep on growing inside that mind
it's The Beauty Within
that will never die
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC