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rexhep-morina
rexhep-morina
because poetry lives on forever, we on the other hand.. don't share the same fate
To the secrets that are kept away whispers unheard cloaked by the shadows these thoughts are engulfing hearts shiver i can feel the cold wind parading with the darkness these thoughts are overwhelming take me away throw me away set me aside while my thoughts consume me behind the wall they cant hear me behind the wall they cant feel me invisible even my reflection dulls concealed by gloom light is dim
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Behind the Wall
eyes clouded, only in my dreams I can truly see, see you as you are, see me, you see, my dreams of us is what we should be, let the clouds clear so we can see clearly open skies, my eyes reflect you as you are, see you as you are, see me, you see, you are, without a doubt, a endless sensation that resides in me affection I feel, love, I harbor, a part of you in me, infinity.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Clouds and Dreams
extensions to an emotion grown like branches on a tree, blooming towards beauty, further reaching the sky, touching the blue with the tip of the flowers. life, bursting out, in one way or another. endurance, the key a way of living, so to speak surviving the storm, or adapting to it. giving the branches strength, strength to withstand the worst, only to be given another day another day to bloom, another day to grow, to branch out, thicken and, burst out into something unexplainable, rather observable, reaching out to hights and depths, simultaneously.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
projections
concealed by the fog, shaded by the darkness, dulled emotions sharpen inbetween the haze. silenced by the rain drops. leftout, to only hear my own heartbeat, each second seems longer than the other. time is my friend, time is my enemy, whats is time? nothing but a human construct; a creation of the self, by the self, for the self. my vision is blurred, sight is a luxury in such nights. in such nights, we get devoured by our own thoughts. eaten alive by things unsaid, screams that no one can hear, no one can feel, but our self.
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
misty nights
being in the darkness that I was, being isolated inside these four walls, left with only a mirror. I kept looking but saw nothing, I kept searching, but found nothing. until I met you, until your eyes coruscated, iluminating my heart the brightness was imense, exilirating. In years of darkness my eyes werent used to such light, such beauty. In the mirror for the first time, I saw my self, in my self I saw you, in you I saw love, in your love I saw my self, in my self I saw that love existed within me, within me a part of you existed and forever will.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
Reflections
it kept raining, it kept raining and pouring I could hear the trees, I could feel the relief, the city was breathing. existance kept it's paste, but somehow, everything slowed down, seemed like even time, time itself, took a break. a break from reality, a tiny pause, as a grain of sand, in the vastness of the beach, and the ocean, combined together, to rejoice, rejoice the oneness. it kept raining, it kept raining and pouring, washing away, all the sins all the memories all of it. only leaving behind that which always was there, and hopefully will be, that is us.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
blue canvas
as the winds gently touch the flowers, they whisper, the songs, the melody the beautiful notes of those forgotten, inside of the garden the music plays, inside of the garden the raven dances into the night into the darkness shadows cover the garden, melodies once heard only leave a feint echo of that now what is left once from the great dance alone, the Raven gazes upon the sadness of the garden reflected by the moonlight that which the naked eye cant see the human hand cant touch a feel, emotion beyond the comprehensiveness of the mind reaching out, the raven opens its wings taking flight into the great night once a keeper of the garden a holder of the secrets the moon witnessed the melding of a great being with that, which now is only a shadow of its former self.
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
the Raven's Garden
all the pieces, puzzled in ways not even one can understand, everytime I try, every intention, urges me towards you. burst of emotions, like a sudden gust of air, carrying you in every particle, you you you... days spent forgetting, turn into nights of remembering, remembering all of it, so realistic, I could reach for, reach to you, a pulse of light, so bright it beacons. everytime I get close, close enough, to see, to feel, to call it a reality once again, It suddenly gets separated, simple as you and me scattered by distinction depths that I've never felt, in depths that I've been left surfacing every dawn, to once again sink in every dusk, a cycle so vicious, so ruthless a piece of me is lost, until, the end of days.
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
end of days
Let us meet there, let us witness the beauty itself, Simplicity in the purest form cherish these moments for infinity. Where the sky kisses the earth, where the sun gives birth to sunshine, where eveything seems meaningless, insignificant. Let us meet there, let us be bold, and feel everything so deeply, realize that we are one with it, hold hands and unite in these moments of infinity. Break through the limits, push our selves towards our true being, rejoyce, dance, and acknowledge that we are the creators. We are the light that shines through, the darkness that isolates us from the truth, the truth that gives wings to our souls.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Beyond the Horizon
Engulfed in the darkness of the night, swept by the silence, surrounded by endless thoughts, each memory becomes more vivid as I lose my touch with reality. As the city sleeps, the feint sound of rain briefly brakes away the tranquility, for a still moment I find my self, in that temporary moment, everything becomes one with the night. Illuminated by the street lights, that from a distance, seem like stars, in a city long lost of its touch, forgotten by the coming of the dawn, only a few are left to reminisce, left to feel the depth in unsettled nights, wide awake while searching for answers, answers that are extinct.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Faded Lights