Poetry

Hope Its Enough

"A pen never stops moving just because you put it down, it continues writing w/ pure passion in the mind of the creator"

Love not defined by dollar signs but by the signs that lights up rooms and replenish thirst. I am thirsty as the emptiness of these bed sheets haunt me.

As these rumors taunt me.

I...

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On Top Of MY Game

"A pen never stops moving just because you put it down, it continues writing w/ pure passion in the mind of the creator"

With every endeavor no matter the weather, I write

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Things that i’ll never say

Yuou remember when you lied to me?

About the commitment that happened between you and she,

I knew it all along,

That something was definitely wrong,

My heart poured out through my eyes that day,

But you'll never know,...

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Same Formula, Different Variable

When your mind choose to remain but your eyes says you've gone far off...

Constant, unimaginable Same flow, different road. The traffic, the lights The intersection and signs Are all the same but the day.

Different cars, faces and voices Echoes bounce back Different waves, intensity and direction. The...

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Lunar Eclipse

Not even the thickest of the clouds

        can keep the sun

                 from burning bright.

       Nor would darkness dare to

compete against the light.

…but nobody...

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Catharsis

I see it being built, in the eyes in a mirror reflecting the house inside made by bricks, woods, and stones replaced by the fires of guilt. Caught in the echo of the...

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An Ending With a Broken Rhyme

My home is the ocean. The waves and the collapsing

of the bubbles without certain figures. Of nothing

but ever-changing, amidst the stillness of the vast emptiness

underneath the surface of these waters. The darkness

echoing below, surviving...

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Receding in a Negative Narrative

It’s not the time to seek refuge

to the fulfilling peace brought by razors

and delicately harness the pain from my thoughts

until I cry out your name in anguished voice.

The words are cutting deep

to my chest...

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Collectors of the Nectar

This is a Villanelle, based on the subject "Butterflys and Bees", but was not accepted. I am still keeping the piece as I feel I can use it in my next book of poetry,...

Collectors of the Nectar

As Rose does open her petals wide in the morning light

The collectors of her sweet Nectar advance like army drones

They hover over her colored petals filled with delectable delight

Floating just above...

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Scheherazade

This is a Rondel, based on the story of the songstress, from the story "1001 Arabian Nights".

She told the tales, to keep the Sultan at enthralled

Majestic narrations of wondrous places and adventures

Stories of adventure, of magic, and vast treasures found

So that each night the Sultan would want to hear more

As...

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