Tell me

Tell me when it gets better, whisper it softly in my ear like a promise of tomorrow’s sunrise. Ask me about the dreamer that died, the one who dared to chase after the stars and got lost in the vast expanse of the universe. Give me a reason to not get comfortable in this skin, to keep pushing against the boundaries that confine me. Show me the silver lining, even if it’s just a faint glimmer in the darkest of nights. Remind me about the goodness in people, the kindness that still lingers in the world despite all the darkness. … Continue reading Tell me

I love …

I love bluntly, for pleasure, union of the vertebrae, conjunction of the knees, saucy, beautifully, overdose of courage and for not having judgment, lack of occupation, longing, rules. I love the looks, the moonlight, the taste of the kiss, the naughty smiles, joy without reason and feet off the ground. I love the feeling of belonging to my love, by the cold in the hands, shivering legs, goosebumps at the back of the neck. I also love because loving gives me thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I love the absence of theories to love. I love because I get … Continue reading I love …

Take my hand

In the quiet embrace of the night, I offer you a choice that echoes through the chambers of my heart. A choice so profound, it stirs the very essence of our souls. Will you choose to rest your weary head upon the soft curve of my chest, finding solace in the rhythm of my heartbeat? Or will you choose to etch your final breaths onto the delicate parchment of my poetry, forever immortalized in the ink of my love? In this moment of vulnerability, I lay bare my deepest desires before you, hoping that you will see the depth of … Continue reading Take my hand

My love

My heart whispers, “Please, take me, awaken me from this slumber.” For even in the cold embrace of the season, it remains steadfast in love, awaiting the warmth of the sun and the light that dances in your eyes. Like the maple, my heart lies dormant too, waiting for the touch of your hand to bring it back to life. To feel the stirrings of love and passion once more, to bloom like the flowers in spring, and to bask in the radiance of your presence. So, my love, take my heart and let it beat in sync with yours. … Continue reading My love

Sunflower

In the secret of life, each turn of the road holds a mystery waiting to unfold. Who knows what may lie around the next corner? A gentle whisper of anticipation dances in the air, urging us to continue our journey with open hearts and curious minds. As we walk along the winding path of destiny, there may be a window somewhere ahead, a portal to a world unseen. Through its transparent panes, a vision of beauty awaits, a field of sunflowers swaying in the golden light of dawn. Each petal a vibrant brushstroke in nature’s masterpiece, each stem a testament … Continue reading Sunflower

These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams

In the hushed embrace of moonlit nights, the poet’s words linger like whispers of a secret shared only between kindred spirits. Each syllable, each verse, carries the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions, woven delicately into a tapestry of dreams. His lovers, not of flesh and bone, but of ink and parchment, dance in the ethereal realm of his creation. They are the embodiment of his deepest desires, his fears, his hopes — all pregnant with dreams waiting to be birthed into the world. With pen in hand, he breathes life into their existence, shaping their essence with the stroke … Continue reading These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams

Silent and present

In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation. To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of … Continue reading Silent and present

Poets

In the quiet of night, when the world slumbers and dreams dance in the ether, poets raise their voices to the stars, their tears mingling with the cosmic dust. They worship the moon, that silent sentinel of the night, for it whispers secrets that only the heart can decipher. In the embrace of dawn, when the earth awakens in a symphony of colors and scents, we find solace in morning blossoms adorned with dew. Each delicate petal a reminder of fleeting beauty, of moments that shimmer like dewdrops in the sun. Through their verses, poets weave tales of bones and … Continue reading Poets

There is poetry!

In the vast mysterious cosmos, there exists a force that defies explanation, a force that tugs at the very essence of our being and propels us forward on a journey of self-discovery. What is it that brings us back to the same point time and time again, like a moth drawn to a flame? What lesson must we learn in this endless cycle of return? It is as if we are comets hurtling through the darkness of space, pulled inexorably towards the blazing sun by the unyielding grip of gravity. And just like these celestial wanderers, we are not immune … Continue reading There is poetry!

Before you make me love you

Before you make me love you, understand that my love is not a fleeting thing. It is not a passing fancy or a temporary infatuation. It is a deep, abiding love that will stand the test of time. It is a kind of love that will weather any storm, endure any hardship, and conquer any obstacle. Before you make me love you, know that I will give you all of me. I will give you my heart, my soul, my everything. I will love you with a passion that burns brighter than the sun, with a devotion that knows no … Continue reading Before you make me love you