Allow everything’s departure to where they belong. Neglect their once existence, chapters of a memory, deaden pasts unneedy of mourn. Persist. In any direction but back. What withdrew is no longer there. Be impervious to the world. It doesn't care, it doesn't know. Forsake, follow your self. Feel! and let it be felt.…Read more Let it be felt
Completed dreams in nebulae moons shining black as faded suns. A cosmos falling down, felt gravity of it all, broken sights upon open ground. A look above, miraged truths shown, speeches of believable lies steps given without disposition to try as no reasons are there to be, nor motives to ask why.
I wish I held a passage of a feeling, so after the passage of winds, nothing I’d have. In love, as a kid that knows nothing about, with eyes that flinch and guts that pinch. Foolish is the love that I give as a curse, to you, yours being myself terrified…Read more Foolish love
At time, a love give a love to get, embraces of twisted lips wet. (Sonali) Get this and my other books here.
From the sound of your voice, to the skin that suffers a touch. Sensitive is the life you chose. Small eyes so full of light see the world, its beauty while facing its cruelty. A heart so gentle, muscles so tender, one so needy of care in a world that for her value…Read more Delicate
Wasted Hearts is a collection of confessional poems to a girl that the author loved to the core of every fiber of his bones. In this beautiful work he shows the feelings he felt, the thoughts, the way she made him see life. But the thing is, although the girl apparently loved him too, she…Read more Wasted Hearts
Hello fellow bloggers, I'm Júlio C. Carlos, a writer like most of you. I know that writing is hard, and even more to make some money out of it, but as here's a serious opportunity for some (yes, not all) of you. Here's the deal. As you can notice, I published a book, my masterpiece,…Read more Opportunity for bloggers who seek making some bucks.