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We Fly….

Poets, we fly.

you may not see it

but we have invisible wings

that take us to skies.

We feel pain

and we smile.

Not because we enjoy suffering,

it just made us feel deeply

and always closer to something truly


Our hearts spread across the world

with these words, dancing its way

into your soul.

It tickles, it taunts,

it stays in your mind,

repeating the first line, we fly…

Ah, such beauty! who could resist?

why should we bother with complexity

of others closed perception?

Nothing has limit in the existence

neither boundaries…

But our life has chained us to the ground

and angels have fallen on earth

walking with their broken wings,

smiling back to us…


When Life Gives You Lemon…

It’s weird…. combined together, from all of my platforms, I have passed the mark of 1K followers on the internet side. Even in tumblr, which these days I found it hard to keep up, but still there were those who kept me in their list to follow (Thank You!). And the weirdest thing is, probably most of them did not even realize that my calling is poetry. My poems were rarely re-blog or ‘liked’… not that I’m upset or anything, at the end of the day we can’t make someone like what we’re doing. Either they do or they don’t. I guess, what I’m trying to say is just I’m finding it perplexing of what those who followed me are expecting from me.. If not these words, then what? If not this heart, than who? LOL, Life has been giving me Lemon lately and I’m just trying to squeeze it as hard as I can to make a sour juice. It could be good for my health or it could give me digestion. Either way, I’ve had lemons in life before to make me accept it with a shrug…

There is nothing to be done

there is no way back for us

we have made this road

a part of our heart

so much so that we don’t belong

anymore to any journey

than this.

they said it’s a sweet curse

to love something so much

one’s willing to give everything

just to have it.

where did it ever go in the first place?

Lovers never left each other, Rumi said

and he was right.

how can he not be?

we’re talking about the one

who brings light to the night

and hold stars on his palms.

No, we are not doomed to suffer,

these and those words were our destiny,

our soon-to-be memories

that will speak gently to us

with no regret nor remorse

for trying to feel something real.

Poets… I loved them dearly,

each one of those lost tormented soul

who’re just trying to reach divinity

for their calling was an ancient call,

they carried the burden of a thousand universe,

that four hundred years of creation.

Poets… they are very dear to me..


Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.
— Mario Benedetti (via observando)


I don’t need to be rich or have a fancy home. I just want to go to sleep at night knowing my labor had heart, I’ve loved fiercely and lived close enough to the edge that I can see the waves kiss the rocks.
— (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: dailydoseofstuf)


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