Nuance

I have seen you before,

Come when the sun is at its brightest,

Then you cast your shadows,

And leave like you were never there.

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FEAR

Let me tell you a little bit about fear,
When you close your eyes,
You see a little world that doesn't exist,
Burning, itching, and trembling,
Your chest contracts and is heavy,
You head dancing to a thousand voices,
They don't even exist.

Let me tell you about fear,
A little vision,
And you swear you’ve seen it before,
The ending,
That movie where they fail,
Where everything falls apart,
A movie that hasn't been made yet.

Let me tell you a little about fear,
It's you running,
Running so fast,
And your heart racing,
At the edge of a cliff,
Or at the top of a tree,
You are falling,
But you still stand on your feet.

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Unfiltered

I am like rough poetry,
Original and true,
With flaws and errors,
I don’t mean insecurities or scars,
I mean flaws of poems that talks about jealousy,
The ones about uncontrollable anger and trauma,
The ones with doubts and lack of faith,
The ones with curiosity and danger,
I am more inlove with pessimism then my faith in fantasy
I wish I could watch the sunset without worrying about the darkness after,
I wish I could have faith on what the dawn has for me
But I am way too afraid of the hours in darkness

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Like the stars in the night skies in my darkest moments,
Be my shade in my moments of doubts,
Be haven in moments of fear,
Be my strength in my moment of weakness,
Remind me to be kind with myself,
Be my poet in time of emotional chaos.

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My Old Soul

For some reason,
I keep seeing the few seconds before I die.
Me sitting on a wooden chair and hands resting on a journal half way written.
My pen siting between my figures as they majestically draw the words of a thousand poetry and story.
I am wrinkled,old and tired but I sit there in my comfortable clothes facing the open doors,
The sound of the ocean waves rushing it’s music for my inspiration,
It must have been an island,
No sound of people,
Just the birds chirping,
And the wind dancing.
It is just me in my own silence,
Talking to my old soul,
About when I was young and wild.

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WHAT FIFTY SAID TO TWENTY

As you now know time is the biggest traitor,
It has no regard for your choices.
A while ago, you were too clear to make yourself,
It was then you thought the time was yours,
forever young , that’s what you wanted.
Now you here with all the wrinkles,
And reflection of who you used to be.
Now you know what you were afraid of,
It’s wasn’t regrets like you thought,
It’s wasn’t how close to the ground you were going to be because it was always inevitable.
It was the things you couldn’t do anymore,
The weak bones and rough skin,
The grey hair on your head,
But you shouldn’t be afraid of getting old,
Because these are proof and evidence,
That you lived.
The process is necessary.
So fifty said to twenty
“Love, live and remember”

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At the end of the day, there are more broken dreams than broken hearts

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Just when you think you have it all figured out and every plan that matters has been made that’s when the universe allied by faith shows you who is really in control.

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I think we need to understand that people are individually accountable to their personalities, maybe then we would actually see a clear picture of who they really are

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When the world turns its back on the truth allowing the voiceless fight alone

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