boy turns into a man

sometimes this heart feels lonely

like an open sea,

the winds of the south,

lingering, turbulent,

a wave of undesired thoughts

 

the dashes,

the echoes of an unanswered questions

with a broken pen and an empty ink pot,

a razor slits through the mirror

and bleeds a young man’s face

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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boulevard

Walking on a boulevard
My silent self around strange faces
The city of lights
The Arabian beats
Paint a modern art,
And cast a new man in the sand

BOULEVARD

Walking on a boulevard 

My silent self around strange faces

The city of lights

The Arabian beats

Paint a modern art,

And cast a new man in the sand

HOW TO THANK YOU

i find no words for the gratitude,

to define my sincere appreciation

to the humble and honest readers of my blog

THANK YOU!

really, thank you!

 

I remember the early times, my first poem

https://drresolved.wordpress.com/2016/03/15/mother-and-daughter/

written for a friend who has grown all her life with her mother having lost her father while still young. I desired to capture the love and pain between, the cautious advice of her mother truly intended for her daughter to live a better life.

I honestly do not know how well I did, but like I said, it was my first.

I have been writing for about a year now, changing styles and stuff, faced writer’s blocks too, erased way too many works before publishing but kept on.

 

When I read some of my work I wonder, did I really write this?

https://drresolved.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/the-bride-in-a-black-dress/

https://drresolved.wordpress.com/2017/06/25/lust/

How to explain I do not know, but I become gratified, and remember this has been a journey of many adventures and wish to continue with you all.  Thank you!

 

 

 

 

a good relationship is a treasured glass; words spoken too fast crack it’s walls

Crimson

My soul feels cold
My eyes blind
What is, seems not
And what wasn’t, came to be

The veil of ignorance
Trapped in my illusions
These cuffs from the past
Eating flesh around my ankles

If only I had listened,
To the winds from the future
The Black Swan I saw,
Floating down a drying stream

The road we walked,
On shelling mines under our feet
A brother I lost
The only sister to care

Only to cry on my shoulder
Before she turned and walked,
Into the horizon
With my hands painted,
Into the crimson of the falling sky

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