Being (feeling) lost, (to me), it seems to be a need. This time.. as confused as hopeless, (found in it) as it is supposed to be. (Completely). Thank you for your presence. Consider supporting this blog through Patreon and get exclusive access to unique content and free booklets. If you love sweatshirts and low…Read more “Which side of the road?”
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We are born to endure graceful suffering.
Prayer for tempting times
Save me. I bleed at bloodless sites torn open where there's no skin or flesh. Attacked by every front, tempting wicked games laying weak as a dying prey. Save me for I want to fall in other arms that call, be lost in them and more taste loves I can't compare to most. …Read more Prayer for tempting times
Let me be again
These dreams, cursed nightmares embrace with your eyes sight. So far they lie... Not even there I can get close. Not even there you've lost presence. Not even there I dare to dare. You said you didn’t want to stay that I should go away… You said it yourself… so let me… go,…Read more Let me be again
The test of air
Nothing can I do while you hide from the world trying to find what you made missing, the bits and pieces of a person now forgotten. Matching your silences to say what is felt, enduring the load of emotions that invade my self, trying my best, to not make the same mistakes. ---------
”untitled” (project- self)
My heart is dust my soul's a remnant of a piece after a scattering blast, my mind is split between carelessness, wrath, madness and apathy... I don't know what's worth I don't know how's to have. To trust. By Júlio C. Carlos. Find my books at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XN5CG4J/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1487964713&sr=8-6&keywords=love+of+a+hibiscus
The light of lies
Now I realise. It is not the pain that makes the poet, but the incapacity to deal with it. Now I know, worse are not the fallen tears, but the ones we didn’t shed, that can’t be shed. Bitter are not the words, but the love that can’t be expressed. Our sayings aren’t…Read more The light of lies