there's a loathing inside
that i'm loath to admit
but as much as i hate it
i'd be remiss
to ignore and abhor
a piece of myself
until it screams out
in selfish affection
demanding attention
or at least an admission
of that part of me
that's in darkened remission
until the ripe time
it breaks free at last
destroying myself
and all in my path

I was silent
But I was not blind.
A sagacious man
Knows how to be kind.

Today is another day.
Better than yesterday.
Today is tomorrow's past
Filled with dust.
Present time is an illusion
Covered with confusion.
Time is ruthless
Days become meaningless.
Be yourself
Seize your day
Forget about what they say.
A dead past
Makes  you
die fast.

One door closes
another one
opening
beckoning
temptation.

Always say please
and thank you
my grandma
used to say
follow this rule
and be sure
that  you'll
go through life
the right way.

the hype about poems is big
yet it ends in a jiffy
the next text will rise
the next text will fail

4.600 people read a love poem of mine
serious topics are being ignored
i try not to be bored
but it's quite difficult

you feel me?

writing poetry on your skin
your fantasies are our ink