The world spins
Not my head.
I should remember that.

Feeling anxious,
that poetry can be my sanction.
Looking for a distraction,
I put down my pen,
reminiscing back to when
I dared to win
in my internal fights.
Only if I could do it again,
go back to the feast of lights.
Where even on the dreary nights,
it was the best of sites.

I am drawn to it
Theres no doubt
Now that ive glimpsed behind the curtain
Theres no way I could live without

The wisdom there, the fantasy
All grounded within reality
Cleanse a room with a loud noise
Poise is no longer mandatory

Crystals, carving sigils
This is where I belong
After so long
I have finally found a place

Reflection of  sundrops
As diamonds moving
rough bright rock vulcanos
Goldmines shining
through the grounds ,
in the dirt hiding
Ready for mining
Pearls under sea at
oceans bottom
Sheltered by  shells
Covered up by plastic waste
All this richness of this earth
in the darkest of all places.
That’s the beauty of Mother Nature
Till greed of men ruined everything.
Global warming at the end.
End of planet Earth , Human kind
and Mother Nature


Shell ✨🐚

many times I wrote your name in the air
in the sand, in the rain, in the evenings
in the end everything was useless
I never saw you again
so as not to forget you
I have your name tattooed on my skin

and now that you may leave the soil you grew for me

I cry and weep for our lost souls

I see the way life has shaped you into the woman you are today

And I see the way it pains you to think you may leave this earth

I see the way it breaks you ... it breaks me

And you will continue to live in the small moments where I wonder what you would have said or done