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The night is cold and bleak

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The night is cold and bleak is composed of verses that explore the mysteries of love,
shattered humanity, life, and  a fling  with Death.
I hunger
I hunger for things that have a soul If you have one, I will eat you... 
I know a woman who, in order to breathe, writes a line or two of poetry
I also know a man who dances, naked in moonlight with the ghost of his beloved
I ate them.
I hunger for things that have a soul and I am starving
Because when I show the world a beautiful red rose
they only see
the thorns.
I killed myself
I killed myself a thousand times
in fiction
so that I could face this life without losing my Soul.

She desires

She desires a love that is pure and deep
only to find herself lying  in bed alone, feeling her nakedness with her hands
Because  she wants love – love that is real – love that moves mountains and overthrows life
but the world has so many thorns, too painful for  a rose.

I write about how broken

I write
about
how broken
you are
because
my heart
could
no longer
be
seen.

Swim, bird, swim

Swim, bird, swim they said so the bird dived into the sea Swim, bird, swim they repeated  and it drowned in misery  What's wrong with you, dear bird?  Why can't you do anything right? I want to fly said the bird Then fly in the water they said Is that possible? thought the bird  Swim, bird, swim they insisted
So the bird flapped its wings underwater
swimming deeper and deeper into the sea
Very good they said
How are you now? they asked But the bird was cold and quiet
Are you still there? they asked
and no one answered Swim, bird, swim they whispered Swim, bird, swim.

To think

To think  of your  beauty
is a  dream
 To  hold  you
is  insanity
To  kiss  you
is  poetry.

She is full of earth

She is full of earth    and bright
  and solid

nothing escapes   her light

in her eyes   are dreams,  full  and torrid
wild enough   to touch 
   and   conquer
 the stars

the wind  asks, where is the  fire?

answer: fire  melts  on her  body
like the waves that  find  the sea
 in her hand

and yet  love  is a  mysterious
  sacred   journey
 a  pure  divine art

because  if  you  only look  closely
you shall   find    her
  in  my   heart.

She looks at pain

She looks at pain and betrayals
as if looking at some old friends
she knows their insides and outsides
her expectations and their actions

so, every time, she would shake
their hands
lift herself up on tiptoes
and dance with them

they push her to the ground
but she twirls
bending gracefully
they eat her soul but she dances
with a lingering smile
sometimes she laughs
only to hide the sound of tears
leaving her eyes

she knows their insides and outsides
and she laughs at them
and herself

because after all the music
and the laughter
she looks at the moon and realizes:

the world did not
make her strong

it made her numb.

You made love

You made love
to my soul
with a quick glance
of your star-bright eyes
We shared a lifetime
in one
fleeting moment
One moment
and everything
I knew 
ceased
to exist.

I am Joker

I am Joker
I laugh at every little thing,
little meaning, little soul, little life...

Because my bones have lost their shape and color
My hands are twisting themselves with a string of lies
I am lighting the matchsticks with my mouth,
setting fire to my eyes

You look at me and I laugh
I laugh because you are funny
You think I'm crazy
while I laugh to hide the sound of tears
leaving my eyes

I laugh
because when I write my poems
I see a world
made of tears.

The flowers are wild with your flavor

The flowers are wild with your flavor
The moon craves for your touch
The earth rotates in your favor
But can the heart love as much?

Time is a slave to your beauty
Yet it's the soul the eyes do not see
You are a wild dream and your lips are such
But can the heart love as much?

For you are more than earth, water, and fire
More than the wind of kisses that move me with desire
How vain this world must be for you, sweet maiden
That you shall pass by its thorns and kisses over again

Yet all love is true for as long as you live
As every beat and beauty of a rhyme
Shall speak of you ever more
To-morrow and eternal time.

I am tired

'I am tired
of being evil,'
Satan prayed with a sigh
God closed his eyes
and whispered,
"so am I."