Saturday, June 30, 2018

t

I envy trees,
that deepen their roots.
I wish I were like them:
Not soon plucked.

4 times I switched vases,
Wanting to be in a field.
4 times abandoned,
Living only by phases.

No soil would embrace me.
No fields to be joined.
No roots spreading.
No leaves to be coined.

Fruits I will never have.
Branches I will never bare.
Rotten I will become.
Dead I will be by dawn.
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Thursday, June 21, 2018

Fasten your seatbelt!

When we travel
We take things back home,
inside of us.
Souvenirs of moments!

How could one forget the trip?
It was not long,
though mistaken,
for the good and for all the bad.

Some trips may not be memorable.
Now, that is the case.
I did not bring anything back:
Regrets only. Of what it takes.

I would not do it again.
I could not go back to that place.
Somebody must grasp my ticket
'Cause that comprimised my sake. 




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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

yielding

I'm ready for the rains of a storm,
Torrentially destroying my harvest.
'Cause by spring I must be back:
Renewed, regained, relived.

Maybe by replanting my ruined life for me
I shall have a green growth.
Maybe by ploughing my fields 
I shall not be bowed.

Solitude follows me around,
like grains,
abandoned by its progenitors.
Them and I shall live till the end.

Though never I shall rest,
Life will never let me lack.
Intruders may try to plunge me,
Though never They shall have success.


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Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Branches

My trees began to dry.
The leaves that winged here are gone:
my young, clean foliage is rotted.
Even my roots withered.

 My soul disease, now 
spreads through my body.
Boiling in my lungs,
I feel life abandon me.

 The eyes no longer see, only seek.
My mind can no longer sustain my yearnings.
The light is gone from me.
Only moss remains.
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Monday, June 4, 2018

splattered

If you asked me how
I would feel back then,
I couldn't have the answers.
If you ask me how I feel now,
I will not have you answered.

Free to live to the foolest,
free to be in disgrace.
Lost to be found once again,
living to be dead another day.

I punish you with my kindness,
I blame myself in my ways.
I hope I find my peace,
I long to be away.

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