Poetry has discovered me some years ago. I've been finding about myself ever since.
Nobody knows nothing, Everyone knows everything. Vastness becomes emptiness. Ever so tired or in stress. Remembering what trying to forget.
By André dos Santos7 years ago in Poets
I don’t have to listen, I don’t even have to walk, I just go where the wind takes me. Through mountains and seas, Feeling the air on my face,
Have you ever imagined what illustrates our thoughts, our sudden burst of colors, things we’ve never seen, places we’ve never been
There's nothing new to write... Only the same words in the same sheet. The birdcage is open, my thoughts disperse like origami birds... What's written on them?
Every morning, every second is a decisive moment. The sour taste of every lesson is a destructive torment. I keep a straight face, but insane mind,
Close your eyes. They are blind compared to the desires you had. I see people in disguise, sharing hate they gave breath
Through the never-ending woods of trees of the blackest leaves stands a stone pile, never understood, many people tried but nobody could,