Feelings have no age,
feelings have no distance.
In the coming years, you become a sage,
only real love is your existence.

Your body feels more,
your heart beats faster,
your taste is sharper than before,
your soul becomes a master.

Feelings have no age,
they become even stronger.
Your love doesn’t live in a cage,
it has no time to ponder.

Feelings have no...

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I don’t want to mask my poetry

I want you to understand me

Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus

Your lyricism, your literary

When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.

Something channels through me

(I’ve never really found the root)

A demanding stream of consciousness

That cannot stop to breathe, let alone

Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft

I can’t!

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I lobe u

You know this

The feeling is strong

Even if the spelling is wrong

My tiny stubby fingers

Take little time to linger

Over the disproportionate keys

Stubbing along with a head full of bees

You ask what I lobe best

As if I'm not up to the test

But my lengthy gaze tells you

It's me that sees you

Especially when the words arrive late

I lobe...

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Ambiguity turns my wounds

into a stone punch.

And my chest is too old

to keep the painful sounds

within the beats

of my heart.

Ambiguity erodes my faith.

But in small acts of kindness

I somehow find a light of hope.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed

with deep sadness

embedded deep down in my fate.

I still believe despite all the sadness

I believe that ambiguity w...

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I think I like you,

I think I do,

I like your auburn hair,

Your deep brown eyes,

The way you look at me when you smile,

I think I like you,

I really do,

But I can’t get caught up in my naive thoughts of you,

I don’t know you really, 

No not at all,

I don’t know your favorite color,

Or your biggest fear,

What you think the world will come to when it ends,

I wa...

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I get a little tired of it - folks who seem to think

they must be happy all the time or else they’re on the brink

of some traumatic end, oh yes, like everything is bad

if once in a blue moon they have to deal with being sad.

It makes no sense to me at all. Just what do they expect?

They should be happy day and night and never get set back.

Well, I can’t grasp it, not at all....

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