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there’s a piano player
on the highest floor
who lends a different genre
to the san francisco fog,

the same piano player
whose lonely sound
deepens and blossoms
while everyone’s busy listening
to their own sad luxury.

this is for the piano player
who carves the chore
out of all those stairs
so the burn in our legs
can finally yield to our heartbeats,

the piano player
whose fingers we feel
but cannot see.
feb 2013
Is found in your arms,            
                                  calm me down,
                                  calm me down,

Quiet solitude in your arms
Makes the voices stop,
Makes the hurting stop
                       momentarily
                                relieve me of the pain...

Help me to be stronger
               (maybe -
                             I have not yet decided      
          if being stronger will be worth it again...)

But in the meantime,
Quiet solitude        
                      in your arms  
      Makes the world

              ~STOP~

((And I remember how to breathe))
I asked myself what's the reason behind my writing?
Simply because I want to
Simply because I crave for
Simply because I need it

For the first time I thought it was all because of the unrequited love
I was wrong.It's proven that its an endless writing like a diary
I never thought in such that way
Its my shelter to be lived for

I write because not only for the sake of love nor pain
I write because I want to convey something that I have to learn and learned from others
I write because I want to express myself
I write because I want you to be positive

Almost of us write for their feelings,emotions to convey for and to get out of the way they felt
Me? I only want to know more about people to understand them 
But it takes a lot of time to figure
That things are tough and complicated

I want to write everything about you
I want to write for the reasons to be express
I want to write from all the pain i have through
And I want to write for the love to be found by everyone.
What do I do?

With Beautiful skin,
Broken bones.

The beautiful skin, the lovely mask.
With the broken bones, the structures cracked.

Why can only you make me smile?
I need your love for just a little while.

Baby, please.
I'm breaking down.
I loved you once,
And you let me drown.

I am stuck.
Stuck with loving you.
No one compares.
Everyone is scared.

I love you.

Can't you
Love me too?
I touch the Sun, Moon,
Stars and the Heavens
above this morning,
just from your embrace.
It was surreal, you
looked into my eyes
I into yours. I felt like
you touch the very core
of my soul. I felt
something at that very
moment (LOVED)
not just LUV but LOVE.
I know with all my heart
and soul you felt it also.
12/20/12
Two mouths share one kiss
allowing
two
to be free.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
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