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My Confession

Have you ever heard about safe places... I will like to have one of that wonderful spots, sounds like a pretty good zone to take part... It's odd to me cause, I've never been in one of those, commonly I'm moving out back and forwards, even in and out of myself, running away from my own mind, I've felt the voids and the emptiness and sadness of my mind, there are a few dark corners, I suppose a couple of them are printed by terrible things that occurred in the past, I suppose that a few are painted in blue because of the sorrow that I've been carrying... I don't like to look close on those shity holes cause I feel tremendously sad and scared... I'm sorry that I close myself very often, I'm just running a race against myself, I hoped you could heard me when I was silence, I needed something to hold and your hands were wide open, I needed some eyes where I could see a bit of my soul,  and your eyes were there... Telling funny stories, with a tone o...
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I’m a ghost

There’s no doubt I must be a ghost I possess a lonesome body that walks without a soul I’m an entity that walks around, who goes backwards and forwards through emotions Emotions that a broken mind can’t understand I try my best to keep up with the inertia of this world I get up almost everyday, I do what others do I eat what others eat, I fall in love like no others In a ghost way, I fell in love with flowers and clouds And I fell in love with the rising sun over a mountain I fell in love with the last light in the sky before the night comes I fell in love with the morning song of a bluebird I fell in love with the waves dancing on the sea I’m basically a freak ghost who falls in love at every step it takes I’m definitely a weird ghost, The kind of ghost which beautiful souls falls for The kind of ghost that poets loves.

As the free people knows

We rode my pal.. We rode as only the free people knows, with a smile on our face, a wonder on our hearts and a tear on our souls. We rode, my awesome friend, my companion on battles, my squire on fights, my absolution from war. Despite my ambiguity, despite my awkward silences, despite my screaming unconscious. You were there as the true men stands. Even knowing that the fearless shadows of my darkness, could come to take it all.

Is it yours?

Is it yours? Is it yours that mockingbird, which someone might have sent to knock on my window? Is it yours the desperate song that the blue bird sang? Is it yours that endless wondering feeling?  Are you waiting for a response? May I use the insidious mockingbird?  I promise, I will send you only a lullaby song, that could give you some comfort, and whisper softly that I'll be there soon.