"my poetry is not the ocean in a burning world. my poetry is the fire that I call the sun. you don't know the difference between light and destruction when you start loving something - that's what I feel for my poetry."

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The roads are all wet under the gloomy sky,
as if they've been ready all their lives
to hear the sky sob about its life.
I think some of us are made that way.
We aren't made with an understanding of grief,
but something about us makes people realise,
there's more to grief than understanding.
And so like the heavy sky, they pour only to hear
the sound of their own grief.

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The sky is a chipped photograph of the time we met each other. You told me how men have a shoulder for regrets to perch while women have a shoulder for memories. We each left with the opposite that day. You, with the regret of not knowing I've a memory of you touching my shoulder.

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Life sits on my shoulder
whispering sweet nothings
because it's a messenger
my heart fell in love with.

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The leaves are almost golden outside.
They shiver at the touch of the wind.
I don't think they are cold.
I think they are almost like humans
when it comes to waiting for life to change.

I remember reading your veiny hands
when you placed them on my chest.
They look like the insides of a leaf
soaked in summer. I have watched
them shiver everytime they touch me.

Do they await me to change?
Or are they the change
I need to wait for?

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Food with a new name,
that might taste the same.

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My 2022 passed away like
my childhood:
I remember the moments
that taught me
and I created the moments
that I no longer remember.

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Her touch on mine, kissing
my eyes with her gaze:
she treats my mess like magic, and
I realize how the cracked soil feels, when it rains.

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I think the year end
has a feet in my door
while its heart beats
outside, in a stranger's shade.
I think this year end
borrows its life
from a passerby because
it thinks I asked it to be nice.
All I asked it, was to be memorable.

And to be a memory,
you don't have to be nice.
You just have to exist.

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Understanding in 10 words

A flower falls;
the sun slides off
to accompany it.

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