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Poem #322

You avoid catching him in a lie because you don’t want to stop the fairytale. I wish you’d realize you are breaking your heart every time you turn a blind eye to the red flags.

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Poem #321

You are giving yourself out. You put a bow on your head, turned yourself into a gift for the one who would like to take you. You just want to be something to anyone in order to feel like a someone. Do you value yourself so little? It’s sad you do not know your beautiful […]

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Poem #205

Girl, if you live believing all of them are bastards just because one hurt and lied to you, you will deprive yourself of the possibility to see the good in the one who is waiting for a soul just like yours.

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Typewriter Poetry

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Poem #199

It all happened in a moment. I caught a glimpse of you, I gazed into your eyes and saw galaxies. In a moment I loved you and in a moment you were gone. I swear I heard my soul  whisper in my ear: “You know him because I met him in a different life.”

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Poem #115

The snow is covering the hills in serenity and the lost souls are leaving footprints in it. They aren’t doing it to ruin the white peace, they are doing it because they don’t want to be forgotten. If they get more lost they hope that someone will follow the prints and find them. Is there […]

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Poem #113

You are not a showdoll You are not a museum display You are a soul, not a body. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.

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Poem #76

I feel like screaming in silence just to let the world know I am still out there. Maybe someone will look for me, maybe someone collects lost souls and provides them with a home.

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Poem #23

It was easy getting naked in front of you letting you run your hands all over me. But my soul, I left her concealed like a delicate flower inside my chest. She’s been through enough, she needs to rest. As for this sculpture you have in your bed, it’s just body parts nothing else. You […]

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I’m a soul

It’s like I was stripped down naked and placed in a shop-window to be criticized. They’re finger pointing and pressing me into fitting their measurements like they carry the whole world in their hands. They captured good life and people’s will into their superficial world. We can’t even walk out without being told that our […]