Someday, somewhere….

Someday somewhere,sitting on the window side of a plane my metal dreams would fly high donning a straw-hat and virgin…

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The name

A nameyour nameis such an intimate thing.One that makes me ambitiousto call you with all my might,with all my rights.The…

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Dear Summer

I am facing you,yet again! O Dear Summer!Remember what we promised. You’d let medance on a grass bladeand I will…

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She is nothing.

She is nothing.Nothing but a window to your relatability,‘cause you knowshe leaves a part of herself,in your jacket’s pocketso you…

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Some dreams

Dreams doesn’t have to resideup in the clouds.It could be in smiles or pictures,in tinkling of wind chimes, or guffawing…

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“There’s always some madness in Love”

And when the great souls die,they die of diminishing prideand a meek voice after being unheard for years.They die of…

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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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