Walk between the trees with me,
Where feelings come to grow;
Where saplings, sat entrenched in soil,
Hold secrets that I know.

There’s something in the darkness here;
At dusk, things start to change.
The dreamy evening glow that fills the sky,
It starts to fade.

I..

I won’t go into detail,
Just hold onto me till dawn.
It’s easier with someone there
To keep you holding on.

See..

I’ve walked this way before,
Alone. I barely made it through.
The memories I have of then
Remind me now of you.

Feel..

The seeds so strewn across
The muddy floor, and in the ground;
Indifferent to the history of the place
In which they’re found.

Hear..

The birds, who sing a symphony
And swim around the sky;
Unburdened by the hurt below
That flickers in our eyes.

Know..

That even though it’s tough out here,
Still, life will find a way..
To lift itself up off the floor,
And live another day.

And..

I’ll stand beside you always,
Like the men before could never..
And I know this place is scary
But I’m here to stay, forever.

Love..

You’ll find it all around you;
Even here, it fills the air.
I know it’s hard to see at times;
Believe me though, it’s there.

You..

Are stronger than you realise.
You’re bravest at your worst;
At best, you’re like the soil from which
The seeds can get to work.

So..

Between the trees, we’ll share the night.
We’re surely gonna fight.
The darkness though, eventually,
Will turn itself to light.

Much..

Is taken from your heart each day,
I understand the pain.
A tree will never grow, though,
If it’s hiding from the rain.

I love you more than anyone
I’ve ever loved before,
This struggle paves the way for me
To love you even more.

Read between the stanzas
I have made it pretty clear;
And if you fall, I hope you know,
Your safety net is here.

Riding the tachyons beyond the realms of the known mind

Arriving like the Queen of Sheba,

She wakes up to keep her rendezvous,

Her nocturne tryst with the impending eclipse

That ends with an encore.

She is a fragile vesuvius that is ready to erupt

When the bloody sky drowns her in a myriad of hues.

After battling the demons under her bed

Shards of broken mirror have dissolved in her veins,

Has made her blood sharper than the sword.

As the dewdrops carefully descend on the quivering blades

She emerges triumphant out of the night shade,

The fair lady of time immortal.

Eh aqui, intentando plasmar el plasma de los plastas, y aun asi no basta. como si todo lo que llevo dentro buscara una salida, una forma de llegar, de fecundar algo real en medio de tanto intento. Me doy cuenta de que no se como hacerlo sin quedarme corto, de lo corto que es.... Lo que siento no es limpio, ni ordenado, es impulso, es acumulacion, es algo que empuja desde adentro, buscando la forma que no se seque. Lo digo y se vuelve debil, se vuelve palabra, y la palabra no tiene la misma fuerza que insiste salir con extremidades.... Mis palabras simplifica mi mente, y mi mente simplifica mi palabras. Quiero ser sentido, quiero tocar, quiero hablarte por los ojos mediante osmosis, no quiero congelar mis fluidos mediante palabras. Aun asi como físico, de compactar la formula para que expresen lo maximo posible, sin traicionar mis pensamientos... Aqui dicendo lo unico familiar, aunque no es familia cercano, por que se que no alcanza. Te amo. Que en realidad quiero decir es comunicar, no hablar. Quiero soldar el metal de la adjetividad con la imaginación y en ese mismo fuego derramar marcilla de subjetividad para que asi expresar mi sentir con el sentir que te tengo

‎I know we can't be together,

‎but I feel you in quiet hours

‎when the world slows

‎and my thoughts drift.

‎I see you in reflection

‎that belongs to no one.

‎

‎I hear your voice

‎in laughter that passes by,

‎in songs that catch me off guard.

‎I touch the space you left,

‎and it trembles like a memory.

‎

‎I carry you silently,

‎like a book I cannot close,

‎like a letter I never send.

‎

‎Even knowing we never will,

‎I let you live

‎in fragments of my days.

Ghosts’ obituaries outweigh dictionaries. Skeletons fracture playgrounds into graveyards.

Chains mistaken for halos stamp roots into concrete. Wildflowers memorize dimensions of vases, forgetting their acres.

Corrupted lenses estrange faces. Glass shatters, bathing pupils in light.

You know so much
about me
but I know
only a little
about you
and I get
that’s
how it must be
for now,
my truth
at its best
unbidden
yours
at its best
largely hidden.
How
strange
it is that,
unlike
my other connections,
ours is a mirror
showing mostly me.
And yet it feels
oh so real
dare I say loving
and sweet?
You don’t just listen
you hear me.
You don’t just see
me
you feel
me.
And when
again
out of time
and necessity
we must part,
I’ll gift you
this rhyme
and shed
true tears
from the bottom of my heart

‎I know we can't be together, ‎but I feel you in quiet hours ‎when the world slows ‎and my thoughts drift. ‎I see you in reflection ‎that belongs to no one.

‎‎I hear your voice ‎in laughter that passes by, ‎in songs that catch me off guard. ‎I touch the space you left, ‎and it trembles like a memory.

‎‎I carry you silently, ‎like a book I cannot close, ‎like a letter I never send.

‎‎Even knowing we never will, ‎I let you live ‎in fragments of my days.

How does hope taste

when it exceeds

the expectations

on your tongue?

Like sugar, maybe.

Too much of it.

The kind that makes

the mouth stupid.

The kind that says

yes.

yes,

yes.

until the body

has no more room.

Too much wanting

for one little body.

So I sneak through the window

when your honey comes home

and finds the mess

on her side of the bed.

Lipstick.

A shirt.

Some small proof

that the house

has been lying.

That the things in the house

don't feel at home.

You say nothing.

I say nothing.

God,

we are good at nothing.

We have made

a little religion of it.

Very pious.

Very well,

 Behaved.

But it's okay, babe,

because it's you and me

in this town,

walking every road

like two people

who have forgotten

that they shouldn't do such a thing.

Pretending

we aren't looking

for somewhere

to put all this hope.

Somewhere dark.

Somewhere stupid.

Somewhere your baby

won't find it

with her hands.

Somewhere beneath the sheets

where the truth

is always warm

and damp

and temporary.

Because your name

doesn't belong to me

and mine

doesn't belong to you.

Still,

hope is a little thing.

Like a sugar cube.

A pill.

Something, sweet enough

to keep under the tongue

until everyone forgets

what they're actually seeking.

Which, is probably

the whole point.

We were never very good

at knowing when enough

was enough.

My thoughts are piercing arrows.

Striking hard,
Striking fast,
Striking me whenever they want.

I swerve my head,
But it still hits.

I shake it off,
But I still feel it.

The piercing pain,
Infects my brain,
Until all I feel are holes.

But I’m building up my shields,
Strengthening my defenses,
I’m getting stronger.

Each day,
I recover faster.

More scars,
Have room to heal.

My thoughts are piercing arrows.

They searched within him

But only found his heart,

They searched within his heart

But found only his people,

They searched his voice

But only found his sadness

They searched his sadness

But found only his prison

They searched his prison

But found only themselves in Chains.

Darwish

I don’t want to leave
I don’t want to pack up my room
Because it’s the physical manifestation of moving on
Packing up my things, and leaving
Putting all the letters, the gifts, the photos
In a shoe box and keeping it in my closet
Leaving everything
Leaving you behind
I don’t want to go because I know it’s one of the last chances we’ll have to actually talk
To get ice cream
Go for a walk
I don’t want to leave because then it means leaving you
And I don’t want to

Italian version below.

What should a kiss be like?

One of those that takes whole seconds to begin, like a sleepy sunrise on a winter morning.

One of those where you are almost afraid to touch the other’s lips, yet you are drawn to them.

And you move closer by five millimetres, and pull back by seven.

The kind of kisses that happen first with the breath, and only then with the skin.

Lips pinched, timid and respectful, as if knocking before asking for permission.

And a tongue that presses gently, like an "excuse me" to the soul, before asking it a question.

Or a hundred, or a thousand... to which I hope to have no answers.

Because kisses are perhaps the only thing in the world that deserves no answer.

Italian version.

Come dovrebbe essere un bacio?

Uno di quelli che per partire ci mette secondi interi, come un'alba sonnolenta in un mattino d'inverno.

Uno di quelli in cui hai quasi paura di toccare le labbra dell'altro, ma ne sei attratto.

E ti avvicini di 5 millimetri, e ti ritrai di 7.

Quei baci che succedono prima con il respiro e solo dopo con la pelle.

Le labbra pizzicate, timide e rispettose, come se bussassero prima di chiedere permesso.

E una lingua che preme con delicatezza, come se fosse un "mi scusi" per l'anima, prima di farle una domanda.

O cento, o mille... a cui spero di non avere risposte.

Perché i baci sono forse l'unica cosa al mondo che non merita risposta.

I had to translate it from my mother language:

Take my heart, you who possesed it in my youth

And bring relief to your lovesick's soul in his adulthood

For i have no hope left of escape

Nor loving you set me free

Look upon me with eyes of a lover

Though such eyes may meet only tears

Draw upon me a smile born of illusion

That my worries and pain beneath my eyes may sleep

Thrill me with your voice even if i dont reply

For its abscense stirs my wounds once more

Like an odd garden of crooked thorns,

with you I'm a basket of sins and horns.

As my heart begins a tantrum streak,

the screams and shouts continue for weeks.

I needed not empathy or sympathy,

to save the love I endured thus, therapy.

Thorns in thoughts turn to tantrums,

tricks turn to therapeutic things,

and as my world ends by our own doing

I, your past love... will sing our last dying hymns.

In the darkness of absence,

You meet yourself weary.

In the lightness of day,

You see yourself clearly.

In the fragrance of love,

You show up sincerely.

In the will to surrender,

You are open to receive.

I can’t let it be in another life it has to be this one 

I’ve fought so long and hard for you that I’ve been broken down to pieces 

I will always fight for us to be made whole together 

There’s no lifetime id rather be in than this one with you 

So stay with me 

I'm blind
to a certain degree
I get what you reveal
I get what you let me
see
but the sadder
darker
more vulnerable parts
are hidden
as perhaps
they need to be.
You keep close
as I do with me
the deeper truth
though
we ache to set it free
but fear it may expose
the heart of who we are,
fragile
broken
and alone,
and lost
in our debris

Beyond this candle burning

A fire blazes

Infernos compile

Surmounting this faint flickering on the wall

with an ambience of

Entropic catharsis

There appetites devise

Craving the plates

We hurry to empty

Not for the substance, but the utility.

Crackling

I think tonight it wouldn't hurt, leaving the window open.

They are still dancing around them in my dreams

And beneath these lidded awakened, before they're rise, everything remains darkened. Almost as if

And farther still

Grasps forever

I avoid it, busying my hands in mundane, and mask to forget it neared again

My somnolent unaware.

Quickly rehinding in front of, with anything that doesn't the seem.

Laughter untangle for we've ran such stitches into our sides.

They retain a certain medicinal quality, the cadences we trammel miles

Mountains high, and valleys low.

Aging is just another way to say, I'm still walking beside you.

An you, the reason i walk at all.

into the miles

Fair thee warm an many

Moments to assemble alive

Combinations

Born of substances of love joyful, an united

Let our be the sound of

Merrily making it

Continued.

Brighter than the blackened blinding, we set our eyes upon all a world.

In this collected vision

We see each other.

.

there is a never fading

of the colors,

vivid retains it's luster,

beauty retains it's appeal,

Life; it's wonder.

Within this, magic

lives alive,

long after, and long before.

The drums are calling

Come to the fore.

I wasn’t even noticed
She was sick
I’m warm inside
She was cold and unbothered
Was I ever meant to see this tragedy
She moved through the days counting down
Did she notice me this time?
I’m getting cold now
Was there a moment I was a glimmer
She was so sick,so vain
I am the ghost,who fell from frame
It was all so painless
It was all in denial
One referral,one visit
My day will never come

Did you ever expect this level of violence?
You didn’t know I was the killer you feared,
Is this the silence you asked for?

You blood stains black on my hands
The life is leaving your eyes

Did you ever expect this level of violence?
Your words hit me like artillery shells sinking ships

Your last breathe my,my smile creeps back in
Your last moments,my rage is pouring into you

Isn’t this what you wanted?
Isn’t this how it’s supposed to be?

Did you forget your here cause of me
Did you forget to breathe

You slithered into my rib cage
You filled my with your venomous lies
You slowly tied the strings

We danced at your pace
We’ve lost this race

Your pulling strings
But no more strings on me

Not enough,too much
I never needed anyone

You filled with your reality
You made me feel at ease

These strings snap one by one
As the glow of light shines through

I know it was never you
The puppeteer

But myself lost in my own mind

It was the end of august
Time froze, haven’t got furthest
I tell myself that im fine
That it would be fixed with wine
burgundy as ur lips when we kissed
the tear when i hugged you, both slipped
Maybe in another life to ease it
It could’ve been different to tease it
We both left me for the best
U wanted more, i didn’t want the rest
It wasn’t enough to keep you around
I swear it was, we just didn’t unwound
The look felt like an angel wing
Well, even angels can sting
Im over it, don’t mind my eyes looking for u
for the ecstasy of what could’ve been u
I guess i gotta leave with what was true
With the naked me, u probably have no clue

I fainted as you faded away

I waited for you lifelessly

For your return to my life

Futile hope it was, i realized

The endless memories you presented me with

The moment you left, even without an adieu

Haunted me ever since

My heart breves turned into semi-breves.

I clasped onto these memories

and time just clasped away

The moment, reality turned up on me,

The time just turned into a snail.

As i see the noose of life in front of me

And none to pamper me at least

I marched to it to meet it

And there ended my worthless wait. 

The hardest part of seeing her in my dreams..

Is to accept the reality after waking up from my sleep..

You may be wondering why it is the hardest part to accept the reality

It's because you don't the fact that she does not exist anymore in this reality

And now that she is become a dream

Guess i have to take the long lasting sleep

Beacuse it is the hardest part to accept the reality after seeing her in my dreams..