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It's not that hard.

It’s not that hard

to feel smaller under these skyscrapers

It’s not that hard

to yearn for the sun

It’s not that hard

to grow flowers in the desert… 32 more words

Maybe (Through the Looking-Glass)

Maybe… maybe it’s time to shout ‘Mayday!’
Maybe… maybe it’s time to break off your fake play!

I’m sick of beating these walls of morals! 38 more words


Epidemic (Listen before leaving)

She whispers only to herself…

Inside her mind she queries her soul and to a fly on the wall nothing is heard…

There is only being able to witness the moments she dies a little and watch tears roll down her face… Completely incapable to hold her close, allowing a heartbeat alone to tell her cry out loud… 53 more words



how she loves to run and jump
to splash the water
to dive into the deep

and lets the silence
the quiet peace
the lightness of her moves… 24 more words



After my Physics class, I went off to wander once more. I found myself at various locations; crowded places and wide spaces. But once again, I lost myself in a dreary dream of yesterday and tomorrow. 8 more words



And when I turned
around to wave you goodbye,
you were long gone.


A Poem A Day #494

A Brook in the City

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook… 170 more words