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Diving deep into my memories,
Where winds whisper, and waves clash with melancholy.
Echoes of freedom, I can’t always recreate—
Yet in every storm, I anchor in faith,
Sailing toward dreams and higher conscious states,
Seeking peace and tranquility, where I calmly escape.
A poem dedicated to the sea
Unravel the mystery, vast and deep,

Hold back the creatures, secrets keep.

Surrender, at last, to clarity’s call,

As nature reveals the truth of us all.

Untold are the truths in modern despair,

Where chaos reigns with a mind laid bare.

Controlled in moments, yet spiraling fast,

Insanity beckons, shadows are cast.

Our ancestors’ fortune led to this fate,

Their wisdom drained, their loss too great.

From hollow heads, knowledge slipped through,

The weight of their choices, still pressing on you.

Never forget, the past is a thread,

Tied to the present, where all paths are led.

Never regret, for the future gleams bright,

A luminescent glow in the darkest of nights.
Depth in the waters,
Cold-hearted lovers,
Inside me there’s summer,
Even if winter is longer.

Storms of passion accelerate,
My doomed idealism dissipates,
I keep the warmth despite the hate
I fall into a peaceful sunny escape.

Led by imagination, I pray for the best,
A better world and less distress,
Children crying,but only of joy,
A simple laughter to fill the void.
Is thy unworthy of love

Or is it merely fate’s desire?

Boiled down from skies above,

Temporary burning fires.

A meteorite was falling

On her lighted pure aura

Her heart is crawling down,

Though blends in with the aurora.

Oh cold hearted souls

Ignoble dreadful princes,

Creatures of the underworld

Here to squeeze your inner voices.

Shall thou leave to be

Or wait some time to see?

Thy idealistic sense of greed,

Manipulates the love in me.
Eyes of the desert

Soul of a pharoah

Mysterious man

Wise as a hermit.


From taciturn glances

To timid approaches

His subtle slow movements

Then turn into dances.


Warm like the sand

Cold like dutch winter

A contrast of both

You won’t understand.


He’s noble to many

And close to a few

This guy is a gem

Too rare for this world.
A poem dedicated to Capricorn men, especially one that crossed paths with me.
Serene waters,
Mesmerising vastness,
Sensations of aloofness,
And condensing happiness.

It nurtures my vessel,
A calming pulsation,
It’s triggered by nature,
This unexplainable pleasure.
Poem inspired by Lake Garda in Italy.
An endless turn,

A silent burn,

He slips away,

Won’t e'er return.

The flesh is raw,

The lady saws,

I wait her call,

She fights, withdraws.

Escapists flee

When fear draws near,

They toss, they turn—

Nothing is clear.

Confused, we bind

Tormented hearts,

What we will find

Is love in shards.
He was an unusual guy,

His charm beyond mere looks,

A mind so deep and powerful,

Like the wisdom of a million books.

He’s so intelligent,

I can’t resist desire—

He tastes like Roman fire,

Meticulously negligent.

Rebellious and glorious,

Avoidant and serious,

He holds a mystery

I can’t quite explain.

My tears fall in vain,

Pepper eyes filled with despair,

He stares right through you—

But he doesn’t care.

He grasps your heart,

Then tosses it around,

Where love was lost,

Only lust was found.

Immediate pleasure,

An infinite void,

A squalling treasure,

Imperial and devoid.

— The End —