Tag: poem

{the invisible hand}

sometimes I reread pieces I’ve written,
and I don’t recognize myself as the author.
like a dream,
creating, creating, creating,
and once it concludes, it vanishes.
an energy permeates me when i have an idea,
at the mercy of an invisible hand,
i’ve written and i’ve forgotten

{untitled poem III}

a heartbreak a success, a heartbreaker a success, who is the real winner, between the lover and the loveless?

{romantic nomads}

let us hate them because they enjoy their lives, in a different way than we do, because they enjoy themselves and we do not