Monaxi Iadi
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
Monaxi Iadi
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
I know you wish
To fill the void
Donāt be selfish
Do not avoid
I know you care
But donāt you dare
Thatās not the way you heal a soul
Weāre all a whole
Bunch of a hole
And it wonāt ever disappear
So have no fear
Embrace the emptiness
Donāt fill it up
With liquid happiness
Donāt run away
Let it be true
It came to stay
That hole on you
Just find a way
To start again
To teach...
Ten years ago, that was it. The end of the line. Our words no longer rhymed because there was no thing we hadnāt been. Weād done it all. Weād been it all. Together, intertwined like two brave climbing herbs embracing the walls of young life. And that was it.
Life decided that way and asked me to choose between a knife and a ticket. The knife would cut the ticket, and the root of us two. The tick...
The safety of a tongue
That dances barefoot
The very first song
The melody of a root
Where
No silence is too big
No trust is yet to dig
Flaws have no blame
Fears have no shame
Where
The morning face
Doesnāt need to hide
The closest place
To the deep inside
There
Is nowhere far away
Nowhere near
I would want to stay
Rather than
Here...
Last tuesday noon
I went to a bar
I walked out with a scar
I walked in with a wound
With so much liquor to fall into
With so many drinks on the wall
With so many ways I could fall
I think I just fell for you
And at a glance
I walked right to her side
āExcuse me, maāam
By any chance
Are you the love of my life?ā
āI think I amā...
The last breath of a word
Of a loving castaway:
-Land in sight
The last breath of a word
On a dark loverās way:
- I see light
Blood on your hands
You murdered a poet
On the very first day
He started writing
Right on its head
You shot the bird
On the very first day
He started flying
You killed the wound
Right away
Without even trying
To let it heal
You shot the dream of a man
You...
Beyond these four walls around me
There is a world of kind
There are all the things about me
Iām still yet to find
And I wonāt linger
Cause Iām more than just a loss
Iām more than a finger
And thereās so much yet to cross
And Iāll have to leave behind
The shape of a footprint
To read between the lines
And shades of my fingerprint
Iām more than a boundary
I am the dream
Of the other s...
If only I had no fear
To set free my desire
This winter thatās always near
I wouldāve set it on fire
To set free my desire
For winter to leave my shelf
I wouldāve set it on fire
But Iām the fire myself
For winter to leave my shelf
I couldāve washed it away
But Iām the fire myself
I would be gone anyway
I couldāve washed it away
Or maybe thereās nothing I can do
I would be gone anyway
...
The skin is written on shame and pride
The silent room is slowly shrinking
The secret grows
And as it goes
Nobody knows
This man is sinking
As stressing as it may feel
Confessing will make it real
For how long will he resist
The urge of loudly thinking
The skin is written on shame and pride
The silent room is slowly shrinking
And there is no more place to hide
The truth inside a sinne...
The simple bright of the Autumn light
Breaks the shadow of a man.
Reveals the freezing winter land
He has been dealing inside.
Never does but always might
Leave his mind and search a friend.
Always thinks the pain will end.
The lie he tells, the bait he bites.
Winterās coming and he keeps waiting
For the the rain to fill his hole.
Begging the skies for Autumn to leave.
It was never about th...