A violin was played by death,
so vibrantly, alluring,
in each inhale and exhale
of my steady breath,
the melody was soothing,
to my shallow soul,
at times I’ve heard it
as a beastly growl,
and then I knew
the day was nearing.
I looked over my shoulder,
the melody got sharper,
a violin had a single string,
and suddenly it snapped,
I made my final breath,
in silence,
as violin was laid to rest.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
Spring has sprung,
its breath on my cheeks,
the birds have sung,
fragrant smell on the streets.
In its early mornings,
mellow sunrise awakes,
birds sing their sonnets,
and my heart starts to race.
Towards the radiant sun,
towards the infinite sky,
where it once had begun,
where it found its life.
I have fallen in love,
yet again, yet with spring,
and it’s never enough
of the heart that can sing.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
The spirited man knows
when to end the journey
and when to persevere
until the very end.
He knows the difference
of all that’s blurred
and masked by
great deceptions
of this world.
The spirited man finds
what he seeks,
but what is found
is never the goal.
The spirited man loves
without division,
he knows that to love
is to be truly alive.
The spirited man asks questions
that have no answers,
he believes in nothing,
but his faith is unwavering.
He knows that to truly live life
is to share its precious moments
with those dear to his heart.
The spirited man knows
that to be spirited is
to be different,
and therefore be destined
to walk his path alone.
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:31 PM UTC
You weave
through my dreams,
like stars
through the infinite sky,
in the dark, beaming,
and I feel your light
all through the night,
by the morning
your presence is dimming.
And I am falling
into the darkness
just to wake up
and never remember you,
so is the dream.
And in the waking hours,
there is nothing to find,
there is nothing to lose,
so I fall asleep
to find you,
and the painful truth.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
if there is
something
that can ease
my longing
for you,
it’s memories
of you
etched
in words.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
there
would be
days
when i would
remember you
for brief moments,
and in those
fleeting moments
i would find
traces of
our love.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
The girl in my poems,
she lives in the darkness
and never steps into the light.
I have never seen her
but I feel her when I step into the dark.
I can feel her tears when I touch her,
I can hear her quietly speaking
while she's lying in my arms.
And while she'll never come into the light
I can try to draw her with my words
'cause that's the only way
she can be seen.
I just hope that you'll see
the beautiful girl
I met in the shadows
if you look at my words.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
all i remember
is the way
i touched
your skin
as i would've
touched
rose petals
in my garden
when i was a kid.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
when you laugh
all i hear is
the sound
of the happiest
days
of my life.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC