The Oceans

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If you can drift
your way through
all these

easy breezy
gently gliding

would you?

would you drift
even if it means

the stream will become
your head

the current
your flesh

the breeze will become
your heart

and the river
your life

or would you
try to build yourself
a ship,
load it with fuel,
nestle it with anchors,
uplift it with sails,

so you could
finally
find your way
into the oceans
that have
been
pouring
calling
waiting for you

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I Sparkle in the Dark

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Do you know
that the more
light,
the less we
can see.

You may see me,
and hold me,
paint my silhouette
in your memory

But you will never know
the journeys of thoughts,
the strength of my being,
the corridors in my soul,
the rime of my flesh,
and the scars (nor the beauty)
of my heart,

‘cause you only
want me in the sunshine…
But you must understand, love,
I mostly sparkle in the dark.

 

If I Could

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if I could

i’d paint you a universe that you deserve..
it will be made of the first ray of sunshine
the tender bloom of tulips dancing by
it will be composed of lakes, still, and quiet,
as certain, as calm as the promise you bring
it will be a straight path of green fields
and solid bridges
where your snow sole can faultlessly slide

yet somehow

i am the darkest streak during these stormy nights
the last petal in resistance to surrender
and I am the wave relentless of the pursuit
to smash the great wall my own little hands built
i will be the bumpy ride of a map I recently lost
i acquired a habit of burning bridges
before I get there
and melting snowflakes even before they start to fall

i never understood but always felt
that I am the petal in resistance to surrender

Let Me Love You From a Distance

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As I trust how my heels thrive in the soil of this hilly home
where my art was tamed

Your soul radiates from afar – reflecting diamonds weaved in those pacific waves

Highlighting the gold contours on that tan of your face

And I , whisked away by impatient soles yet still filled and wrapped by one soft, peaceful, persistent heart

For the sole reason
you still turn around, look back,
Fly kisses
toward my southeast direction

Not every thing you miss, you have to hold..
Love sometimes is about setting free
And of letting (you) go.

Essay on Loving and Letting Go

I was 19 when I first decided to let go.

I wrote essays and poems to articulate how incredibly hard it was. It’s as if I have torn half of my heart, shredded it, thrown the pieces to the sea, only to realize that they’re all I ever wanted in the world.

And trust me I did everything. I swam into the deepest parts of the ocean to collect the pieces once again, but there is no undo anymore.

At 29 was the last time I decided to let go.

And I still wrote love e-mails and poetries to articulate how it felt. But now I have given up a part of my heart that I will always have, wrapped it in gold and red, sent it to the sky knowing that it was a love I never really wanted.

And even if it comes back, like a beautiful hot-air balloon gently landing by the doorstep, there is no undo anymore.

In between the first and last times I have let go, was a space – a space where the necessary happened.

Where I have left, where I was left, where I have found and have been found. Where I wrote what I learned and studied what I wrote. Where I discovered that I was looking at the world with my little eyes, when the world has been willing and ready to be explored in massive, million ways.

It was a space where books mattered more than people. But people proving to be more compelling after every book finished. Where love has unfolded, in different shape, and and a different sound, and shade, and… it’s kinder, and freer and truer more than ever.

I wonder what would have happened, if I never learned to let go of the love that were never meant for me.

Would have I learned to truly love at all?