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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My demons

A flickering candle on an empty highway

light my way into a sunrise

for the dead walk in the shadows,

and the ghosts fly in the moonlight

but my demons,

I walk with,

on the inside

 

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!

 

 

 

 

fading breath

i’ve painted the mirrors black

to forget the lines on my face

around the radiant eyes of my childhood

 

it only became easier,

weaving unconsciously

these strings of lies

 

the thin layers between

walking on frozen water

a piercing cold under my feet

 

the words to my lover

like smoke in the air,

a hymn to a fading breath

 

 

 

LIES AND PAIN

WHEN I SIT WITH MY ARMS,

AROUND MY LEGS

MY HEART STRETCHING SO THIN

THE GOOD WAS A SHADE

I AM NOW SO COLD

IS THIS HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE?

HOPE

DEATH BE MY BRIDE

I VOW TO SADNESS

I CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE

AND YET I STILL SEARCH THE SUN

 

 

 

HOPE

A man dreams

​The world is such a big place

The running skies into the seas

And the speck of dust on a ship’s flag, soaked in a nights cold,

It’s weight dragging it down  into the oblivion of a worthless sea tide

The triviality of our concerns, our own existence versus the  value of life, is a man his dreams?

A flower ceases to be

A walk in the park
A silent wind rubbing,
against weary leaves
A dry throat in a bright sun

The touch of fairness
Feel the pores breath
The eye that catches a flower
Inhale her fragrance

Way deep,
Into the lungs,
the mind
And the soul

If only moments stretched a lifetime,
even more,
The petal that withers,
in my hands

It’s dust in the wind
A shattered heart
When it hurts to love,
cause the day is gone

Just a day
Only when I thought I didn’t care,
and you did it
You left memories in my head

The little arguments
The smiles within the tears,
I hate that I didn’t hold you enough
Long enough

The flower from the park
Ceasing to be
But forever in our hearts,
A friend and a family

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Museum

When you visit the museum,
The old paintings are taken to the back
New painters hang on the walls,
Hope my poetry will be remembered

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