Category Archives: Desire

Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry, sadness

Being Truly Alone.

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My Love,
You have never been alone,
Sitting in an empty house
watching the rain shouldn’t make
you lonely, It should make you complete.

I remember the painter
who waited all evening
for people to visit his gallery.
No one did.
He closed the lights and shutter
himself.
He was truly alone.

I remember the singer
who played this afternoon in the
bar I was drinking.
No Damned Soul was listening to him
still, he played his best.
He was truly alone.

I remember the gentle foreigner
who drank beer at the table next to me.
At the very end, out of blur
he gave up and sought a corner
to call someone. He might have talked
for half an hour.
He was truly alone.

While I read the book,
sipped beer and wrote this poem.
yes, I was truly alone.

 

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beauty, Desire, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, Poetry

Night Leaves

I feel the weight of summer
arching my back
with droplets of its love.

My t-shirts hate summer,
It makes them nauseous.

The Night burns in dark,
the stars left us long ago.

It is they who hid the warm winds
in unseen alleys of the sky.

I wait for an answer that never
comes.
I wait for a voice never heard.

The night silently leaves.

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Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Imagine, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Vengeful Sky

This vengeful sky is becoming darker
for your defeat brews it more

breathe in this air
let it turn to a slow poison

let it remind you
of the hubris, you held to

let it show you the ashes
of your victories

for when the time comes,
just breathe out and destroy.

 

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creative-writing, Desire, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Sweet Little Death

Let go of the reins,
for this beloved chariot of life
is in a beautiful shamble.

a one-way trip to drink destruction
is sometimes worth it,
if you just learn to close your eyes
at the right time.

all your swirling horrors,
shall fuse and sublimate at midnight.

you would annihilate every night,
what wasn’t yours.

to create what would never be yours,
for it belongs to this world.

you are an artist,
this is how you evolve.

with sweet little deaths,
and a lifelong acrimony
to see what others refuse to.

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