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lately, the love of our modern lifebecame a jokepeople don’t ask anymoreabout pure loveall they want to knowis what you ownno one here alivecoming with deep thought~ but I couldn’t help myselffrom interferingI had a question for themthat I had been powerless to moveI couldn’t escape it~ the question tieditself to my soul~ I had to askif for no other reasonthen to feel the eyes

“Are we losing the meaning of what love is?”or are we carrying wounds and revengeor perhaps we never learnedwhat true love isbecause I am afraid we are passingvery wrong beliefs

and to discover themoving answerswill make us newif we just let the truein it’s the sacred flow

let’s learn again how to be so very quietlet’s learn again how to be so very stilllet’s learn again how to be so very simplewhile we can remain whole again

Let’s not speak in any language

Let’s not pretend that we know

Let’s wait for the silence

To make its way home

Let’s wait how time

disappears when you don’t count anymore

Let’s forget all the games

to catch the real love

Let’s not wait for money

to bring us close

Let’s not count how much things

everyone owns

Let’s not wait for a a big house

to call it home

Emma: While the moon is still up, I just can’t sleep. This unexpected cold that walks through my bones makes me drink hot tea all night. I’ll warm my veins, and I’ll see what happens. But I have this desire, to ask you. Tell me, Frank. Are you happy now?

Frank: I am not. What do you think, Emma?

Emma: Let me make a scene about man that’s not happy but lives like he is. A man with jokes in his pockets, music in his heart, and wine in his veins. Cold soul and blood. Dark eyes that can shine on each moonlight. Never afraid to lose anything. Never tried to turn fire on and off. Easy as a late autumn wind. You’ll always remember him if he walks into your life. Happy and sad. Melancholic. Watching the world like he created it. Empty diversity. With the perfect shape of any personality. Lived life as he can die any second. Never late. Careful. Gentle. Never learned how to smile. Lost everything in a moment. Found peace where he never expected it. Walks alone. Sleeps alone. Eats alone. I think you are happy, Frank. But you don’t know yet.

Frank: I guess I am. Tell me, Emma. You and I should say a good-bye for a little while?

Emma: I suppose so, sir.

Frank: And how do people perform that ceremony of leaving? Teach me, I am not quite up to it.

Emma: They say, “bye” or any other form they prefer.

Frank: Then say it.

Emma: What must I say, sir? I wasn’t intending to leave you, why would I say such a thing?

Frank: Because you are not intending to stay either. You’ll do nothing more than say bye?

Emma: It is enough, sir; as much good will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.

Frank: Very likely; but it is blank and cold.

Emma: Saying good-bye is a little like dying. Ultimately, it is not because of this or that we part from a person. You know how good-bye feels. How the air gets excited when all its ions and electrical charges are disrupted, first by the intent to leave and later by the leaving itself. Then, when the bodies move away through space, they create empty pockets where feelings get caught and eddy around in the vacuum, creating little vortices of relief or sadness or confusion.

Frank: Then never say that, Emma.

If his love was as living in a perfect housewhere it never feels like homewhy did you choose to stay for?in those empty and flimsy wallsHolding yourself togetherlike you meant to be perfectIf his words were unkindly ripping off your existencemaking your small, and never felt your resistanceIf his touch was leaving footprints of dust on your boneslike a broken piece of glass damaging your soul wallsIf his breath was destroying your freedomIf his kiss made from icewas leaving bruises on your delicate lipsevery single time, paying your priceIf his love was holding youlike you hold against an old bookthat you eternally knowyou’ll never read it againIf his love was like a weak firethat never made you feel wantedwalking on this earth like you are hauntedTell me, you not himWhy did you stay?

Pour me some autumn in my veins

so I’ll remember from where I came

I never was good at summer anyway

but for some reasons, I stayed

I need autumn to remind me

how the root of our existence

can change

how the wind can be gentle

and how drastically can change

I need autumn to remind me

how life is never the same

nor people stay this way

photo by clozzdemir

As if what wanted to say the mostwould be lost in the sayingbecause we all are seeking like ghoststhe wrong life meaningsAs if what I wanted to say the mostwould be running slightly between my voicewherever the silence goeswe feel an uncomfortable feelingIf I wanted to say the mostwould be falling apart from my fingersThe world never learned what is loveand that’s a harmful as believingAs if I wanted to say the mostwould be louder than silence alonethe world never stops the “thinking”.

midnight poets

are waiting for the world

to fall asleep

so they can create another world

they’ve waited all day to catch something

a little tiny feeling

a gaze

a sad smile

a broken heart

a letter of love

a song

a laugh

so they can make ART

I found a new lifethe one that was giving me the second timeno one got my soul right as the ocean didI found a new life,the one that death was so closenothing else could show mewhat I fear the most

in that last second of your lifeonly one thing keeps you alivelike a rope hopethat’s the people you love

I wasn’t looking for loveBecause I eternally have foundonly broken pieces inside my bonesonly sad smiles inside my spine

And my soul is so cloudy from carrying it allHow not lose my ground?But he found me,I had to destroy booksTo ask and concede if he could love meWithout me letting him in firstTo find if he sees me the sameHe asked me: Do you want to live it all?Or watch how your ego burns everything inside youI said I’d willingly try to hold on to you foreverBecause I know that I will love youAnd I’m not letting goIf your eyes darken above youI’ll hang the starts, for you to glowI never saw my broken heartThe way you showed me nowSome wounds will never passBut I know there’s nothing I’ll ever find betterholding you closefeels like homeI wasn’t lookin’ for youBut you found me

photo by Ddenisse

This autumn seems never to end

silently watching us

how summer is burning our lips

when we talk, when we walk

There is no space between our souls

when we hold our bodies

with the last hope

that our fire will never be thrown in the river

irrationally we keep thinking

Would this feeling ever go away

Would we look at each other

forever this way

But this moment, right now

it feels so intense

touching every single cells

of what we call life

covering thousands of wounds

burned in our minds

And while walking on the edge

we keep asking

why do we fall inlove

when we expected the least

and why are we watching how silence

is dancing under our skin

until we can’t hold anymore

and explode

photo by Laura Makabresky