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LN Nov 2014
I wish I could let the infinite sea know of my problems -
of you
it would wash you away from me
one wave at a time
and the shores would start pulling harder and harder
your essence sprinkled on every corner
and the storms that would arise out of you
would let me know that finally
the world understands what it means to be in love.
LN Nov 2014
i have seen rivers branching out
in the same way trees flaunt their art by simply being
or veins curving visibly on our wrists
it's not every day that life reminds us of its efforts
to exist in poetry
it's not every day that i realize that falling in love isn't always about him
because nature was there before our encounter
because the way i found my reflection sparkling on the surface of water
is nothing like i could have imagined before
because some days the ocean's waves call me to return to my senses when no one else would
people can be poetry
people can be words
nature, however, has always been medicine
by looking at the sky you know limits can become myths
you see,
i've looked into people's beautiful eyes
but their souls were made of selfishness
while water, fire, air, and earth are divine
it's what we were before we knew that we are
we will return to them
nourishing our home, giving it skin
and breathing the life we own in its core.
just random observations
LN Nov 2014
there may be unsolvable mysteries
but all i want to know
is why is it you that keeps me awake at night
and not anybody else
at first i thought that sunrises were all i wanted
but what's the point of a beginning
if it isn't with you?
LN Nov 2014
lips that split like the sea
uttering words that could save a nation
"what a beautiful voice she's got," you think
and you couldn't help but drown
LN Nov 2014
I look at these blue veins of mine

existing against a thin layer of fair skin that does little to protect

but if it’s all I have to keep my blood moving, pumping me back to life

every second I refuse to open my eyes

then I will have to deal with it

because we’re all like paintings held up high on walls to be admired

whether we decide to be like Monet or just ourselves.
LN Nov 2014
I come in seasons with
a heart of summer
a soul like spring
but find me falling every night
succumbing to the curse that is winter.
LN Nov 2014
I dedicated each shade of sky blue to him
with every darkness I remember my heart's aches
but the luminescence of light blue
with the sun shining life into my eyes
reminded me of his beautiful soul.
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