fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

If You Could

If you could be close,
then be close enough to see beyond my eyes,
and whisper to my soul

If you could kiss
then kiss enough to make my heart wounded,
for love is a war I always wanted

If you could love,
then love me enough till it destroys me
either with or without you.

and if you could live,
live enough to be my undying sun
or the moon that I would look for, every night.

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fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Absolved

whatever dwells,
here on earth
with or without purpose,
all around,
should be absolved
eventually
for a higher truth,

the souls within ourselves
when let go,
to the places never seen,
holy or unholy
never carry guilt,
obligations and any boundation,
to anyone,
then why the dead ones
stinking in the cemetery
should.

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eyes, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Bolted

wallpaper-raining-woman-weather

Some women are magic,
they play with their hair,
let off a smile,
and quietly
in steps drown you
in a infinite pool
of unrequited love

But she was different,
a glance at her,
dancing merrily,
like a 5 year old,
she just bolted within me,
forget drowning
and I never even heard the thunder,
just felt it all my life.

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fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Music, Poems, Poetry

Old Strings

Old Strings of Guitar
Nights of Jamming Sessions,
hours spent on writing songs
a million in rehearsing them
and an eternity in waiting
for them to be reality,
to be heard,
loved
and repeated,

and a day comes
when all the strings
and sessions,
create something that
transcends people of all kind,
no matter what religion,race,
or country
we all come together to hymn
it in a starry night.

 

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fiction and poetry, Heart, Imagine, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Three Tiny Tots

rabbit-cloud

Three tiny tots
and a fluffy dog,
laying on the grass
looked at the clouds.

the first one said,
look an elephant,
the second one said,
look a rabbit,

the third one said
look a dinosaur dancing on the rainbow,
the others were jealous of his imagination,
he was only humble for his blindness

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