Sins of not writing

The blank pages are my sin.Bookshelves my cemeteryand poetry, the way I die.

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When I’m older

I sit down to carve the most intricate lines my paper had ever felt. I follow and follow the long…

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Will talk

Will talkWhen your mirror will hug the dusty fog,when the grief will not set with the Sun.when your moustache be…

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Storms

You know how the storm comes and shakes you up without touching? Your words do the same.

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Paper Hearts

Not gonna lie,I find you so unattractive. When your mind-bending skillsof origami turn my apprehensionsinto those little things that fly…

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I write

I write. I write because nothing else makes sense to me. I write because everything I see speaks volume to…

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If only…

You always used to wonderwhat book I’d be reading at the moment. And I always had one answer‘An interesting one’…

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Happy New Year 2022

My vision isn’t only in my mind but in all the things I’m surrounded by. It’s in the teacup of…

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I am…

I am, gradually,degree by degree,withdrawing myself from the world.Our raging world of explanations,rationalizations, reasons,the one that carries a cadaverousexistence of…

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Pillars of Rebirth

Once upon a time in the village of Rebourn lived a grandmother with her two adorable grandchildren. The village known…

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