Triangle

Dark thoughts.
Zero emotions.
A rollercoaster ride.
Long slide and a high dive.
You burned all good memories.
Pain is unbearable.
At the end, you painted scars
All over your body.

2026

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not all sorrows are bloody

the sharks get me naked
and i am down on my knees
to hide from the bashers.
not all sorrows are bloody,
some are painted in white
and the insides are tragedies.

2026

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Hope

Before the sunrise
Is the waking from dreams.
And into reality,
A new day rises.

2026

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The Fabulous

It’s way better than being a teenager.
To become an adult is a gift.
We experience and we learn.
Our mistakes make us not
Do another mistake.
And we keep on waking on hope.
Wishing that one day we fall in love
And make our life the fabulous.

2026

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Big Boxes

You said, “big time.”
I saw an old fashioned picture.
This party is lavish.
But I only ate a portion of biscuit.
And what happened to the big boxes?
Do we need to call a doctor?
Or we’ll wake up in a morning summer?
Whatever is next, I hope it’s better.

2026

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Honor

Take me away from my enemy.
Stop all the tragedy.
Stick to your sanity.
Forget your vanity.

Focus on your endeavour.
Bury all the horror
Of the past and honor
The one who has the valor.

2026

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Party For A Fifty Year Old Man

I’m a party for a fifty two year old man.
I’m a bard speaking of cliches and sad.
Inside my head are butterflies and breads.
My hands are still writing,
My feet are still dancing.
And waiting for the movie to end.

2026

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Too Hard To Forget

When it’s hurting,
After, it’s time for mending.
Letting the pain subside.
And I kept remembering.
With all the scars left on me,
It’s too hard to forget.

2026

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Pretty Girls

None of them.
They drenched in the rain.
Of this morning in June.
When pretty girls know
How to debate.
They bring their mouths
On the platform.
They tell in serious sentences.
They parade with a reason.

2026

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Sitting In The Dark

Sitting in the dark
As the clock ticks
And the hours move
From twelve to twelve.

Reminding myself
While I sip black coffee
From my china mug,
And there you are insensitive.

Losing myself.
Crazy and in bad shape.
Sitting in the dark
Where the room is strange.

2026

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