¡Es tan frío el hueco,  tan oscuro el huerto
donde depositan mi cuerpo doliente!
-¿Cómo el hueco es frío si el cuerpo está muerto?
A partir de ahora sólo el alma siente...

Ah! Esta cama tosca donde estoy echado
y este cuarto oscuro y tan bien cerrado!
Quiero levantarme, pero...

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Just to let you all know; I don't care much for punctuation or setting my poems out in some fashion that is deemed as structured. For me my poems are distorted and often don't make any sense, but thats the way I like them- I write them for me and now to share to see if they inspire...

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Everyone wants to belong. Everyone wants to be seen. Everyone wants to be somebody. Everyone wants to be loved. And everyone wants to be heard. This is my way of showing who I am, how I feel and what i'm thinking. I love poetry, I don't know if it is any good but I felt like...

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Just a place

One place

A moment in time

Frozen.

Life stops

Just for an instant

Silence.

Peace.

Thoughts wirling in your head evaporate

Stillness.

A time

A life

All your own

Just yours

Like a baby in a womb

For one instant you are complete, You are whole.

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As dawn awakes and starts to rise
Her lingering fingers tempt me
Entrancing my eyes towards the skies
Once without warmth, she gives plenty

Darkness creeps, she leaves me empty
A temptress, disregarding sin
Alone with dreams my mind lent me
I wait till she awakes again.

My dreams are skewed...

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