La-Hasil dreams
La-Hasil dreams Dreams, the one we see when are asleep and the we chase while we are awake. They are called dreams. We see some, we fear some, we achieve some, we lose some, that’s what they say about dreams. But what happens to those unachievable dreams, the la-Hasil ones, the one you wanted even on the stake of your life, those dreams. And when they crumble and shatter, what happens to one who dared to see them, dared to have the courage to work for it despite knowing you …
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The one that goes unnoticed
The one that goes unnoticed
A form of light is dark
disguising as a piece of Calm
A form of dark is light
hiding under the layers of it
They' ve always been there
Silently pacing on the surface
difficult to notice
harder to observe
yet it still there
on days the pulse is throbbing on neck
bringing a thick emotion on the deck
on others tis faint,
like it might end here
But what can i say
the inability to understand itself is a human trait
the littles being weeps over the insignificant
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Symphony of memories
Symphony of memoriesLife is strange
Things happen We forget some
While some turn into memories
While some are happy, some are sad
Wait long enough, andWatch them change like seasons
Each moment, a brushstroke
On the canvas of our lives
Colors may fade or deepen
As the mosaic of time unwindsCherish the joys, let go of pain
Embrace the ebb and flow
For in the passage of moments
Our stories continue to growLife's river carries us forward
Through laughter, tears, and sighs
Every experie…
Home again- A poem about longing and finding a new Querencia
HOME AGAIN Tis the feel The feel of warmth in the midst of winter Oh, I miss it In the Agony of leaving it behind In the hope of moving away In the fear of what to come In the wrath of not to fail In the middle of all I Stood, Still. could've moved, could've stopped, Could've returned to the place behind it all for the feel of warmth in the flakes of snow Nothingless, I waved at sun ahead waiting to rise Waiting to thrive Stepped in the way pebbles of doubt I ogled them,waiti…
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Beautifully Desiccating- A poem about life and it's end
Beautifully DesiccatingOnce was green and perished,and the time came,It stood there next to the undead soul. Stood there, desiccating. As Dawn goes down Dusk came,Over and over again,It stood still in Ache.But to those undead souls,It seems beautiful,They saw the light emerging in between those branchesAnd they admire its dying captivity and called Beautifully desiccating. So, the poem that you just read can be understood in multiple ways and I respect your ones also, but he…
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