Angles

You are making a mess on my cupboard and on my dress. I cannot give you any less than this moment of total togetherness.   Oh, my man came from over the ocean to fix my twisted heart with a potion. And I pressed my forehead on his chest and said it was so very…

Poetry collection

So, my first poetry collection is coming to life. This is for all the sufferings and calamities of personality that I have seen for my 20 years on our beloved Planet Earth. It is available to purchase from Janus Publishing website, I attach the link below. I also want to thank endlessly Janus for the…

too

Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline. A fitting representation of two souls as one.  

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It’s truly a stasis. Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing. The doors are closing now, run to the window. I will await down to catch your spilled feelings.

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A water that shares too many seas. A sea that shares too many shores. Cruelly, Love.

you buried me without a coffin just the wet cold ground draining my soft skin.  

my cape

Cut the sun, sweet love – my torment. I want to see the night lights.

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Get on your knees, it’s time to play a game that no one wins. Just be careful not to break your chin in the circle of fate where everything spins. November 2013

Epitome

You are that drop in the ocean of my thoughts that chases the waves all the way to the shore of my reality and makes them wash away all the unhappiness.