Aurora

Will we stand forever this way?
All this darkness, will there ever be another new day?
You believe in your fate, and I’ll question my faith
I look up at my king and hope to pray

Yesterday,
I walked down an empty street
A stroll down memory lane with no soul just my feet

Will we keep falling forever this way?
A dark knight waiting for another new day
I’m past my due date
At long last, time for my final checkmate

Today,
I’m discrete but incomplete
I’m done with my backseat on the street
I’m ready to meet my king, my first defeat

Respawn, Gone, Go On

I’m back
This time off the track

If you wish to be closer,
Sit on the sidelines
I’ll be trying harder to win you over
Came close, but far, avoiding jail time by paying your dues and fines

What more can I say,
Candles on my cake crave for you on my birthday
I breathe out hope, and the ignited wax soon fades away

Wicks filled with ecstasy and delightful flashes
The man of the hour full of humbled ashes

This isn’t poetry.
Since, I’m in no hurry.
Follow my psychiatry
What choice do I have?
Following compliancy in society full of notoriety barely maintaining sobriety and eventually leaving quietly…

A Bright Future

My ability to define me sets me apart
I glance at my future and don’t see my part
I get up, take my chance, and end up breaking my heart
People standing in a buffet want it all

My fault?

I’m just another dish from the a la carte

I look back into the future for my mark
Like a flashing car in an empty car park
All I need is a spark, and I believe I can defeat the dark

If people stopped believing in me, I’d get down on one knee and strongly agree
I take another glance at my future and ask to be set free



Small Margins

I look at the things that I have in my life, everything that I bottle inside
I take it all in, but I can’t let it go
I look around, he hides
I look for my guide, I still want to grow
Is the war over?

A margin is the amount by which a thing is won or falls short
I know you say you get me, even though I know you can’t
I came home proud with my arms open wide
I fell on my knees only to find bricks and a door
I know I need to let it go,
Even though I can’t.
I stand by the house that I once called home

They say,
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, 
The deeper the grief, the closer is God

Is this part of the master plan?
Is this your attempt to see me become a man?
To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a deep heart
It can be broken, but still be considered a piece of art





Twinkle little star

Ever wonder who teaches a man how to live?
Ever wonder how sometimes you have nothing in return to give?
Can life be a book?
Each word is a story that knows its end
Your life can also be a word, but to what extend?
Life taught us how to live
Life taught us why to give
Living life is similar to reading a book
Back and forth you look
Trying to remember what you were taught to make sense of the plot.
I sit by the moon, talking to the stars
I look around and see my heart marked with scars
I know you’re on the other side, talking to me too

Abyss

So tell me where should I go?

To the left… where there’s nothing right…

Or to the right where there’s nothing left …

I look back and I see the future from a long time ago

I look up and see the sun shine

I look down and see my shadow appear

I see things that aren’t meant to be seen

I look left

I look right

I see nothing but fear

Because as hard as it is to feel pain

Its much harder to feel nothing

Replay

If neither friend nor enemy can hurt you

     Or lead you into the darkness

If neither foes nor loving ones miss you 

    Until hard work and discipline fall through

Many a witness suggestions on the best course of action

Eye-to-eye

Hoping for a reaction

Look up at the sky and try to quantify

Sunrise or sunset

My words lead to nothing but a goodbye

signing off, forever in your debt

Short Stories

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We all move from one to another. We just don’t realize it.

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Love is an emotion, a lasting motion, and a confused notion.
Creating commotion and requiring devotion.
A mystery in itself like an ocean.

Starting with the eyes, stopping at a blink and ending where it began.
Hands wrapped, arms tight, and dreams merged.
A wish without a definite plan, its an excuse to throw our past in the trash can.

A smile is all it takes, to leave the past behind us.
And the past is all it takes to leave the present behind us.

2X19

My flashbacks lead to many thoughts.
Every day, I see myself trying to connect the dots.
But then I wake up.

Waking up half-dead, trying to live until I die.
Looking for life destined to reach death.
All it takes is being out of breath.

Flashbacks are memories that you missed out on.
Running a marathon at the pace of a sprint is like doing enough just to hang on.
Falling while following leads to a yawn.
But then I wake up.

T.P.L

chess king

Think.
A year has 365 days.
One after another, altogether, before and after we move from and towards each phase.
Planning each day, trying to avoid the inevitable delay.
Like everyone around you, get on the elevator towards your destiny.

Proceed.
A day has 24 hours.
Your choices may land you on a floor of the twin towers.
It’s important to move up the chain.
Who doesn’t want a house in Spain with some champagne next to your own airplane fueled with propane?
Ignite the fire within you.
Along the way, learn to cherish every view.

Learn.
An hour has 60 minutes.
Grief is the price we pay for our ambitions.
Prepare and pivot your way in such conditions.

Small fragments put together create one life.
In order to retain it, maintain yourself to be as sharp as a knife.
Minutes make a day, days make a year, years make a life and a life makes a legacy.

Forever

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The reason or reasons one has for acting or behaving in a particular way.
A moment at any day, at any given time, at any given minute will make you feel like an ashtray.
Live in the moment and follow your way.
Refuse to behave like clay.
Otherwise, you’ll begin to decay.

Realization will lead to causation
and,
causation will lead to creation.
If an opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.
It won’t take long until you reach the shore.

You can’t change the direction of the wind, but you can adjust your sails to always reach your destination.
Along the way, make a mark on your location.
Make the heart of those who had their doubts feel a vibration.

They thought that I was in their debt.
But they forgot,
I will rise after every sunset.
This isn’t a threat.
However,
I can already see you sweat.

Now and forever, whenever, never feel you are clever.
Instead, always remember you aren’t just a moment, but you’re something bigger and better.