In all these words, I wrote for years,. Each poem released, mixed pain and emotion,. I sort an answer, to worldly questions,. Alone and broken, my words, my story. I hid away, afraid to change,. Prepared for nothing, the future a danger,. High fears enfold me, sad times around me,. This city is broken, terror is now spoken.

I was in love with you for six years. All these poems are for you and for our love. We saw a future together, you and me. But here I am on my own and you are there. I do not even try and continuing this blog is something I thought I should not be doing. It does not feel right. I will not write here again.

Where beat of words keep you alive. Maria, why on earth choose The Beat, when there are so many other wonderful cheerful names? The reason is simple, because I find a beat in my poems. What are you talking about? The beat like the music beat, like the piano beat, like every sound has a beat, like our heart beat, like our life beat, I see my poems having a beat like any other living thing. The Beat, that keeps you alive.

Thursday, January 23, 2014. Sharing a page off The Green Diary. I was a coward; I gazed at you without your knowledge. I was a coward to let open my heart. I was a coward wh.

What is Ash Wednesday? In Gospel for the Day. Asymp; Leave a comment. Today is Ash Wednesday, a day of fasting. In Western Christianity, it marks the start of the 40-day period of fasting, the first day in the season of Lent.

Cradling the heart of a penguin. I heard the news today. While I kill you in your sleep. To the body on the shelf. Thoughts safe within my head. When I heard the news. I hoped that you were comfortable. In your quiet lasting grave.

They Come to My Dream. Outside, when the world goes to sleep. Or at least when it pretends to do so. In my room, the lights goes off. And blankets slowly climb over me. And the darkness of my room crawls into my mind. I let go myself to the night,. To the world of dreams that bespoke truth. I see what I keep myself from seeing in the broad light of a day. Like a coward, like a miser afraid of confronting the realm of reality. I dream them- in pain.

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