I used to be complete
I had poetry crave in my soul.
I was writing words and I feeling heard
I was a shout,a voice.
I had a philosophy to explain my own existence
Even though sometimes
I was confused if it was just a literary delirium.
I´ve been thinking too much
I set my heart on the intense love
But i have not been fight back against the violence.
So i feel empty
While I hope I go back to poetry, trying to find my way back home.

-A.

I get confusion.
I used to think the end has to perfect,
So i really have work out during life,
Everything has to be explained,
to others in future
Understand exactly was in my mind
unlike that
life is too ephemeral
My efforts insist on being deep
and I´m fight with my mind.
i just want let it go
everything without the answers
but
I´m paralyzed.
my heartbeat is in my throat.
It´s all about my incompetence.
I have all the tools
and I lost time questioning myself
who am i ?
do i deserve my existence ?

- A.

I wish my universe was big enough
to all people
understand what is in my mind
But my space in small
Just
I
fit in.
Some travelers have already passed here,
long ago,
I still keep cleaning up the mess.

- V.

For a while
I was silenced
by me
for all
but I'm back
To write about.
Shameless.

-V.