What if I was free to believe that the sky is green,
And wanted to try walking on it instead,
What if I go to the top of the tower and jump,
And refuse to let gravity push me down,
Will I have the chance to soar then?
Afterall isn't a man what he believes he can be...

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Under my shirt is my skin
Under my skin is my heart
Under my heart is the burden of living
It's easy to exist but very hard to live
Because under life is waking up every morning and smiling to the world
Under the smile is the social construct that socializing and keeping up with one's society is a must
Under socializing is a soul tired of trying to revolute against the norms and rules or trying to correct people's opinion
Under that tired soul is a hope lost that any of these people will even exist in your life the next year
Under the lost hope is a voice telling me to give up already and just stay home
Under the tiles of my cozy home where my mother's bird chirps and the scent of her roses fill every room exists all the peace I need
Under the peace is a cup of black coffee, bitter like the thoughts that occupy my mind
Or my paintings, filled with bright colors to satisfy the child hidden in my soul
Or maybe just a good sleep where I could dream all I want with no limits and no constrains

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You're like that house which
Is far enough to bring me peace,
Colorful enough to keep me cheerful,
Lighted enough to give me hope,
Small enough to keep me cozy,
And big enough to fit all the love in the world

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Walking Into The Mist

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But I miss him with every heart beat

I long for a talk of ours
And I search for a glimpse of him

I want to be in every part of his day
And I want him to be in mine
I want to love him until I die
And I want him to remember me forever

He's an 11:11 wish
And a midnight prayer
He's the comfort I run to
And the pain I fear

I wish to tell him all I feel
And let him know how deep I love
But I choose to keep this to myself
And not risk a cold reply

I think, write and dream about him
But still I miss him with every heart beat

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finding yourself...

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I open the box every now and then,
The box where I keep all the memories
I remove the papers and photos one by one carefully, as if each one is a million dollor bill
No but they are worth way more.
They are pieces of paper and a bit of ink,
A photo of our class in kindergarten,
A paper from the calendar given to me by a little girl, a girl whose innocence always made me smile
They are the messages exchanged in class,
A tissue with a joke written on it by my friend
The first paper from him, my love
A letter from a friend I no longer see
They are birthday wishes and goodbye letters
They are pieces which made me smile and made my day when I received them
And they definitely make my day whenever I read them again
For they are the laughs, love, and craziness of my years
They are treasures from the precious people around me
They are what make life beautiful

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You inspired me to write,
The mention of your smile.
All the images I've captured in my memory throughout the years flooded back
The images of you,
Your smile,
The sparkle in your eyes,
They're stuck not only in my thoughts, but in my heart
Hidden deep,
For I want to keep them for myself alone
I want to believe that I'm a reason for your smile which lights up my day
Just like your presence is a reason for the smile to stick to my face..
All these images make me realize how much i love this smile
How it blessed my days and is continuing to
And how I wish
That it always will

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When I wake up in the morning,
I hear the chirping of birds
The voice of my mother
The screams of children plying outside
I see the sun rays coming through the window
My face in the mirror
The photos on the wall
My friend's gift by my bedside
I take a breath and smile
Not because I'm alive
Not because I woke up
But because of these details
That carry meaning
Enough meaning to keep my heart beating
That carry life
Enough life to turn my existence to living

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A palette of colors
Few lines of grey
You appear to the world once a day
And everyone watches
You appear for less than an hour
And it's enough to take their breath away
You leave
And the world remains dark for hours before they find a light strong enough to fill the darkness you have left

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