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“Watching Love Ruin Itself” " watched them the way one watches a storm approaching slowly over quiet water. At first it was only a glance. A small collision of eyes in a room full of ordinary conversations. No thunder yet. Only the strange electricity that passes between two strangers when... read more

Old poem I like >_<

“Confession to a Bartender” "Pour me another glass— no, leave the bottle. Tonight I have brought with me a heart too full for one small table. You see that man I keep describing? The one who smells of turpentine, rain, old books, and distances? He is a painter. No— he is worse than that. He... read more

New Poem =Р

On First-Name Terms with Death I grew up where silence wore black, where chairs remembered the weight of grief, where incense tried—politely— to outargue the smell of endings. I learned early that names fade faster than photographs, and that a body, once beloved, becomes a careful arrangement of... read more

old poem I like!

“When the Moon Waits for the Sun” "They call it an eclipse, as if it were only science— a passing shadow, a brief alignment of obedient skies. But they do not know what the heavens hide. They do not know that the Moon has counted centuries the way a girl counts hours before seeing the one she... read more

Old poem :P

“Letters from the Painter” "He writes to me from cities that smell of rain and old museums. His letters arrive slowly— like migrating birds that remember my window. Inside them there are stories of colors. Of a river in Florence that refused to stay still long enough to be painted. Of a woman... read more

New poem I wrote :p

“The Girl Who Finally Let Go” "Tonight, she folded him away. Not his letters— those still smelled of rain, old stations, and the distances he loved more than people. Not his paintings— those would remain on walls, staring calmly at a world that never knew her name. No. Tonight, she folded... read more