3 Words Are Enough

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Sometimes you don’t need to say a lot of words.

3 words are enough.

I love you’ is enough.


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Torture

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Got my head held high
and my limit is the sky.
I ignored all the signs
when I crossed the line
of what’s not mine.

Got my two hands full
I thought life was cruel
but I refused to see
the cause that lead
to all my misery.

Got my heart and mind
that cannot seem to find
the balance to work together.
my head knows what’s best
but my chest chose torture.


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Lost Writings | 12 – A Momentary Enlightenment

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A Momentary Enlightenment

A new chapter begins
I’m embarking on this trip
and I’m riding towards the sun
with my hands up in the air,
for once I have nothing to fear.
This life was never meant to be
as easy like I wanted it to be.
I was a fool for the way I think
but now I see it all–
I see all the links. I see it all clear.


I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.


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Along The Way…

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Somewhere along the way of pain and misery

somebody will come along and stay through everything,

suddenly the road you’re walking on will feel like a paradise

and all the suffering will be gone.


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Missing Muse

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It’s all painted in white, everything is clear.
Colorful painted walls suddenly disappeared,
along with the calmness of her mind and heart
comes with the emptiness of her vision and art.

Plants bloom after being watered down by rain,
too long under the sun, now she misses the pain.
Grew a garden in this once unkempt landscape,
built up a fence around it, now she wants to escape.

She had the peace of mind that she once craved
but pouring herself in a canvas, she was saved.
It was lost the moment she found her tranquility,
searching for can of paints, instead found anxiety.


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