I've written it all, the sound of a heart that breaks
The steps of a soul that goes away
The silence between our space
I've left it all on the paper

So why is my heart still breaking?
Why is your soul still running away from me?
Why is the silence between us becoming louder?
I'm still writing it all on the paper

I carry a heart that breaks when your back turns
I carry a soul that slowly dies when you smile less
I am a sound that shouts with each steps you put between us
I'm still writing it on the paper

To the broken heart
To the empty souls
To those with silent tears in the distance
I will write it all on the paper

Allow me to love you loud
When the sun is hidden behind the clouds
When fear is hovering like a thief in the crowd
And all I can do is look at your eyes, all proud

Allow me to love you deep
With words written in the silence of the night
When the whole world is asleep
And the only ones left standing are just you and I

Allow me to love you
With a heart that beats only for you
And beats faster when I hear you
A heart that'll stop without you

Allow me to love you lastly
With acts that speak loudly
When words fail slowly
To show you where my love stands
For now and the infinity

And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.
Walk that road, sing those notes,
Smile a little bit, cry a little bit more,
Hug often, eat that sandwich,
Run that marathon, drink those life's delights,
Walk when the sun sets,
For you might not be here when it rises.
And when you die, die with no regrets
For death does not take appointments.

Tonight, when the moon is high
And everything is quiet
I'll let the tears down for a while
Hoping to let go in style

You know I write
Even when it's not right
Because I can't do anything else
Than let the world see my place

For all the words I want to say But fail to speak
For all the songs I want to sing But fail to voice
For all the love I wish to give But fail to provide
For all the care I want to share But fail to show

Writers and poets are like water in the river
Sometimes it's calm, sometimes it's angry
Sometimes it's a lot that what we can carry
And other times, it's all that we can bury

So we write, because what else can we do?
I write, what else can I do?
I am a poet in a world where poetry is not seen
And all I pray for is to be seen, really seen

Tonight, I'll talk to my heart and wait for it to answer back
As I wait in the silence of the night for a comeback
I'll cry some tears and hope for some peace of mind
And somehow pray so that Hope is all I find

Heartbeat,
Heartbeat that went live when I cried into the world
Heartbeat that went up the first time I felt happiness
Heartbeat that went up the first time I saw my mother's smile
Heartbeat that goes up every time I am with my friends
Heartbeat that goes up every time I hear his voice
Heartbeat that now goes up with every scream in the world
Heartbeat that goes up every time an innocent soul is taken away
Heartbeat that shatters at every time I hear a girl's cry in the air
Crying for her life and mind taken away by devil's in human shapes
Heartbeat that screams every time inhumanity wins over love
Heartbeat that finally goes up with every hope
Heartbeat that still believes life is worth living
Heartbeat that cherishes life and happiness
Heartbeat that protects true friendship and soul connection
Heartbeat that I listen to, heartbeat hidden in my heart
Hearbeat that pours my soul's scream into lines
Heartbeat that guides my mind out of the darkest depths of despair
Heartbeat that will stop the day I'll leave this world
Heartbeat that will seal my journey
Heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat...

I am strength emboldened in a body
I am grace wrapped in a human shape
I am tears worn down by the raising sun
I am screams of despair chained down
I am mounts of sorrow and pain
I am depths of furry and anger
I am courage and fierceness
I am more than a story on a paper
I am more than a name written in the sand
I am more than a face covered with emotions
I am the voice shouting in the night
I am the storm that took and swept you away
I am darkness and light fused
I am poetry and love songs
Hidden in a book of ancient tales
I am fiction and romance
Written with love’s ink
I am more than a story on paper
I am poetry and love songs
Scarred and graved into the soul

If legends lived eternally,
My Momma would live longer
Than the Trees she planted
In her Home Garden

If birds could walk,
Man would have seen and understood
That the sky was never the limit
And flying high is as creating your own path

If trees could talk,
They would teach man to not lose their roots,
And forget who they are
For a soul without roots is as dead as a cut tree

If rain could sing,
Its melody would play
And man would hear
That sometimes it's good to let go of the hold
For a thunder is not appreciated as a sweet rain

If emotions could speak,
They would tell man that they're guides,
Not obstacles raging in the night
But omens to the Greater Self

If I could write,
I'd tell you what I know
And you'd tell me what you know
But we hide and never write

I grieve a love from a dream I had last night
I grieve a smile from a person I saw yesterday
I grieve a hug I let go a little bit earlier
I grieve a hand I didn't hold, afraid it goes away

Then it went, and now I grieve a love from a dream
I grieve harmonies we never sang
I grieve gazes from lost eyes,
Eyes that will never lock into each other's sights
I grieve stolen glances, brief smiles and deep looks

I grieve a love from a poem I never wrote
I grieve a song from a heart I never loved
I grieve a melody from a guitar I never played
I grieve a breeze from a wind I never felt

I grieve a silence from a noise I never heard
I grieve tears from moments I never lived
I grieve life from memories I never made
I grieve a love from a dream I never dreamt

I pray the next girl in your life gets the flowers I never got.
I pray that she doesn’t have to guess if you love her or not.
I pray you tell her every day, every time you get the opportunity to.
I pray you hold her hand in public.
I pray you understand her more.
I pray that she finds her happiness.
I pray that she doesn’t smile less as days go by.
I pray she doesn’t forget what love is, feels like when she is with you.
I pray she doesn’t become lonely even when she is not alone.
I pray you become present in that present, instead of promising a present in a future no one is guaranteed to see.
I pray she learns how to love herself before loving you.
I pray she has a heart that understands but that also knows when it’s time to speak up.
I pray she has the courage to tell you words and sentences I didn’t have the courage to say.
I pray she stays because she wants to, not because she doesn't have any other option.
I pray she feels like loving you is an exciting adventure, not a gloomy experience to endure.
I pray you give her your attention because your money won’t.
I pray you look into her eyes and see her because your absence will scream louder if she’s unseen.
I pray she finds in her heart to love you with a love that only God provides.
I pray she is proud to be your woman.
I pray she is happy.
I pray she is fulfilled.
I pray she receives flowers, not just on her birthday.
I pray she receives hugs and lunch gifts, not just on your birthdays.
I pray she doesn’t have to hide who she is, out of fear of not fitting in your world.
I pray she doesn't cry herself to sleep because you are not around.
I pray for her, even if I don’t know her.
I pray she is happy.

For every poem
I wrote
But burnt down
For every song
I sang
But tore down
For every memory
We made
But thrown
For every kiss
We shared
But erased
For every touch
We had
But lost
For every day
We lived
But forgot
For every thing
You and I were
But never will be
I write to you
I write to you
So that this time
I don’t lose
Nor forget
Nor erase
Nor burn
Nor tear down
For you and I are
Stars made in the sky
Shining brighter
As I write to you

À ces âmes qui rendent nos sourires plus beaux,
À ces amitiés qui se tissent au fil du temps et résistent aux tempêtes,
Tempêtes qui emportent souvenirs et précieux moments,
Que je suis reconnaissante de vous avoir dans ma vie,
Oh vous, mes plus belles.

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To those souls who make our smiles brighter,
To those friendships who grow with time and stand storms,
Storms that carry away memories and precious moments,
How grateful I am to have you in my life,
Oh, you, my most beautiful souls âmes.

Born on a hot afternoon
I am a lover of the Moon
A masterpiece, straight out of a cocoon

What if all I got was this life?
And it’s still not enough?
What if all the lights die slowly,
And let me stay in the dark alone?
What if I was a light to be lit,
And a fire sent to burn everything down?
Would you still let me be the ink that fills your chapters?
Would you still hold my flame so it doesn’t disappear in the night?
Would you still reach out and let my fire burn your fears?
Coz darling, I’m made of paper and steel
No matter what, I’ll always hold you still

I don't know how to love you anymore
I guess I do not know what it is for
For my hands have turned cold
Cold as the dark and silent night
Night that has dawned on my heart
Heart that was broken in pieces
Pieces that I failed to fix
Fixing is what I need
Need is a word I do not understand anymore

I am afraid to break you, love
For your love is perfect and more
Leaving me breathless to the core
That I do not know how to hold you  
And here I am standing in the rain
As you prove to me that it is not vain
To trust and let go of the pain

But I do not know how to love anymore
As I watch you leave, sad and hurt
My hands seemed glued to myself
As I can't hold you back no more
You are going away with the rain
As my tears fall on their own
Making you blur as you walk away
I guess you could not love me anymore

You See... I'm A Poet
All I have is broken words and unhealed wounds
My ink will bleed on you if you get closer
But it won't be blood you'll see
It'll be colors and shades of my soul

I traveled on the path they chose for me
All it did was scorch my feet and burn my skin
For I was never meant to walk that way
Or sing the songs they taught me
Because I'm A Poet

As you see... I'm A Poet and I no longer apologize for it
I stand tall, afraid but ready to face the reflection in the mirror
No longer carrying the expectations that once broke my back.
I carry the universe with me and shine with its million stars
Floating in the sky like a lucky star

They fired a bullet in the Wall,
Light entered through the hole in the wall
It was dark in her prison cell
One that she didn't know was hell.
But the light was there
Shining, Reflecting in her darkness
Could she see beyond her walls?
Could she carry her light beyond the night?
It was a bet she was willing to take
Now that she has seen what light looked like
Through that Bullet in The Wall
Fired in the Cold Night of Purpose.

I wrote a letter to the Sun
With the Hope that each word turns gold
Once it was burned by my lover.
When it reached my lover, all He did was
Change every word in thousands of drops of rain.

My letter got carried away by a cloud
Once that got angry when chased by the wind
My letter asked my lover:
"Did I love the stars you gave me right?
Did I give them everything now?
Now that they killed all the Manes and cut all the trees?

Tell me Love, tell me,
Did I love them right?
Now that they no longer care about Nature, My Daughter?"

My Lover said nothing. He burned my letter and changed it
To Thousands of Drops of Rain.

What if dying was never the hardest thing?
We cling to what we have, what we know
Afraid of never finding better
Getting lost in the deceptious lie of comfort
And missing out of life's precious gifts

What if discovering something new
Was better than all the fears we carry
What if we really were mythical creatures
Destined to burn to ashes and be buried
Only to be reborn with beauty
And a new beginning?

While I fall in the flames,
Consuming me to my very core,
I close my eyes and feel the fire
Maybe dying is what I was looking for
A new page, a new chapter and more

This heart is hurtin' a lil' bit
Is it the snow all out or the cold inside?
I can't tell the difference
Because this heart is hurtin' a lil bit

To Be Loved is To Be Seen
To be loved is to feel like the center of the universe
To be loved is to be held
To be loved is to be heard
To be loved is to be cared for
To be loved is to allow that inner voice to calm you down
To be loved is to allow those suppressed feelings to soar
To be loved is to carry your burdens with intention
To be loved is to see what's called ugly in a new light
To be loved is to feel the chill rain on a hot day
To be loved is to be offered a cup of tea or coffee when it's cold
To be loved is to smile, and really smile
To be loved is to be kind
To be loved is to be cherished
To be loved is to see your reflection and somehow, somehow love it
To be loved is to see yourself in others with light and love
To be loved is to be given the choice to choose
To be loved is to choose
To be loved is to be free
To be loved is to be here
To be loved is to say it, show it and live it

So believe me when I say "I love you", you are to be loved <3

When love fades like a breeze
When time refuses to stop
When all I need is a gentle reminder
Of life and happiness in one
And that one is you

When the rain reminds me of you
When the sun shines on your smile
When the night let out the moon
As I let my heart roar for your embrace

Life is made of sweet moments
But all we need is the courage
To accept the sad ones with the same heart
That accepts the happy ones

To be able to smile with the same intensity
When there is no reason to keep smiling
Because in the end, we all pray for love
To keep it alive and in us
And not let love fade like a breeze

While I let go of your hand, my heart breaks in pieces
All I can think of is what's left of all the small pieces
The vestige of a life we built, the promises we made
Shattered by the mistakes I made and again, made

You were not the one to blame,
I was the one after the fame
And with your heart I played
Setting it on fire while you prayed
For me, for us and for love

You were in love with a dove,
But baby, I am a phoenix
And I can never be chained by love
I'll die and come back before six

Poetry is a blessing but also a curse
For poets always long for depth
And sometimes they find it in a pulse
A heartbeat or a broken heart

So darling, I'll toast to your life
While I crumble and die
But don't worry about me, love
I am a Phoenix, remember?

She walked past her mirror once again
Not glancing at her tired reflection
Crippled with fear to see her own pain
Pain that has turned into an addiction

She didn't feel worthy anymore
She didn't remember what hope used to be for
She has let her thoughts do it all
The thinking, the overthinking, that's just all

Her warrior heart was no longer defending her
For she has failed her, filling her soul with doubt
Doubt that she has tried to tear down, cast out
But in vain, as she could not face herself, as her

In the midst of the despair, a voice whispered
In the coldness of the night, she heard a soft melody
Murmuring words of hope, words of those who survived
Survived the war of their souls against their deepest fears

"You're enough", she heard,
"You're enough", she heard again
A voice, coming within her soul, like a Shepherd
Fighting to be heard above her pain

"You're enough", she heard all over and over
And this time, she chose to believe it
As she smiled at the fierce survivor in her mirror
No longer afraid of her reflection, as she was enough.