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The mind

It keeps you company
When you are alone
Or surrounded by people.
It is your best friend
But your worst enemy.
You’ve become attached.
It’s time to let go… 256 more words


Hope and a Prayer

I gave up praying

a long time ago,

now I just hope.

My prayers

were never answered

not even by the Pope.

Now when I hope… 130 more words



Do we travel lightly
In the passage of a world that seeks to bury us?

Do we weigh our fortune
On the boat as cold Charron would seek to ferry us… 170 more words


Poetry: Day One Hundred-and-Fifteen

sometimes you need the people you didn’t realise you need
to tell them how you feel
to tell them how they make you feel
that you don’t care… 26 more words


catkins (english|portuguese poetry)


Again, not quite as potent as I would have it; writing compositions over days (or, at times, weeks) allows for a more refined method of writing, but some assaulting sensations end up becoming elements of works where they don’t necessarily belong, which makes the process muddy. 93 more words


Riding a Smith Corona

Riding a Smith Corona

I am riding words up and down,
the Holy Street called Walker;
sitting atop the shiny Black Keys,
of my only Smith Corona, 43 more words

Food For Thought

Poetry: Day One Hundred-and-Fourteen

i push back

and you hold in

hold me

it hurts

you push me

i hold in

and suddenly

i wake up

and the struggle

was a dream

A Poem For A Day