Some poems seem to write
themselves;
I just move the pen.
Others, are like lumps
of clay;
they refuse to be molded;
they need moisture and time.
This one is like
a robin that just learned
to use its wings.
It heads west, on a
gentle breeze, into
a tangerine sky.

Hi  my name is insomnia, there is an expression I like that says ¨ the city never sleeps ¨ guess what neither do i. Because my name is insomnia and I want to spend all my nights talking to you. My name is insomnia and i think we could stay up for one more night. My name is insomnia and I won't let you rest even when your body aches for sleep and you long for rest. Because I am insomnia  I may not be good for you but you´ll always stay. Because I am insomnia and I will never let you close your eyes because you don't want to miss anything that happens at night. I am insomnia and you will never rest with me.

The way you held me
The way you spoke
The way you smiled
The way you cared
The way we laughed
The softness of your touch
The way you made me feel whole
The ways you did things that I can never get back

You may never love me
the way that I want you to,
but the love I have for you
is something that I will never
be able to let go.

I will be loving you
forever and a day,
knowing that what
I’m feeling is real to me,
knowing that someone like you
is everything that I can’t walk away from.

I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.

Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.

keep your eyes closed love.

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    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

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                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.