In the mirror, I see a stranger wearing my face smiling a smile I no longer recognize. #vss365

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They say " let me die" But I say... Peace is a forever slumber where dreams are alphabets And kingdoms are words, an abyss of worlds I'll love to enter. If she comes in a dress as Dark as Night I'll fight to go with her like an honored knight.

This reminds me of a poem by Raymond Carver.... And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so ?

Do the boring work. Consistently create content. Consistently analyze results. Consistently adapt to trends. Commit yourself to your success.

Over this castle where winter falls Over this kingdom where love failed Over this shoulder where the past hurt still

You will be my catalogue of things I dare not forget Laughter, ache, and the silence that hums between breathe.

Every ship has a captain, but this sail has your smile. It began with a dine and like every good wine, I took more, I danced with lines I followed the night. No map I seek, no compass true, my sail is filled with the wind of you.

Let me survive first, the night, then I'll become a knight, Let me play around with words and be comfortable with the wounds, Let me write my world to be and rule like a lover.

Even the waves knew I've read you well, Because they were witnesses to the language of depth I learned that night, the silence that teaches, the journey written in tides. To be known so well is a lovely art, so I'll drift across this vast blue to paint more art with rhymes.

My good news was meant to be a journey to the land of....those resting, expecting roses, after the trials and testing. And my bad news is I'm still living, always present in their pity, Yes I am a poet, I might be insane but I live in lucidity

If the moon ever wrote back, It would write in the movement of the wind, It will speak in whispers that makes the trees dance spritely of slow and patient light. Its script would be the patient and kind, if the moon ever wrote back, it would be calm and steady full of grace.

My feathered instrument will paint love with different colour of the wind, like a bird's song that polish dusk into a peaceful horizon, I speak the dialect of the night I speak the dialect of dawn.

This only pushed me into my poetic phase. Thank you. Breather of Seas

The acoustic version of take me to church by Hozier

I want to be a poem too I want you to describe me in different hue too

Truly Amazing... I want to be a poem where reciting is easy butterflies pop from a box and each one is seen and heard every corner of the World Written by Muniza Master