• Revealing yourself

    Revealing yourself

    Revealing yourself

  • Those Ghosts of Me

    Those Ghosts of Me

    There are versions of me scattered across time. Fragments of laughter, heartbreak, choices made in fear, and dreams I once clung to like lifelines. They linger like echoes in a quiet room, whispering reminders of who I was, who I tried to be, and who I never became. But today, I honor them. Not with…

  • Calm

    Calm

    When I feel good about something and believe me, that’s a really hard fight.When I win my anxiety overIt’s already too late.I’m the last one at the party,everyone is gone.Maybe,having the best of sleep,having the night of their lives.Anyway,every second of my lifeis operating like I’m not in control anymore.Everything succumbs to this:I don’t have the…

  • Open/Closed

    Standing here I understand I’m in the threshold  There’s not even a door  So I can fight to get in!  Or get out… Am I sleeping? Blank or maybe a dark, very dark place No one’s eyes can see. I was talented… I used to get used to the dark, to the silence, it was…

  • Another way of things…

    My own blood It’s weird to feel it and it’s hard tooWhen you’ve been worriedwith someone who has no clue you even talk or exist You should’ve known by nowYou are nothing more than an uncomfortable shadowA memory you want to forget https://allpoetry.com/poem/15269924-My-own-blood-by-Monica-Sofia

  • In portuguese …

    In portuguese …

    “Aqui nesta praia onde Não há nenhum vestígio de impureza, Aqui onde há somente Ondas tombando ininterruptamente, Puro espaço e lúcida unidade, Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente Encontra a própria liberdade.” Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen  

  • Say no

    Say no

    Say no My fear if I let them knowI’m fighting constantlywith no hope in understanding I’m alone in my bubbleafraid to say no. The feeling of betrayal on the one’s eyethat looked up for menot because our story, our friendshipbut because I’m getting out of my comfort zone.             Want…

  • Poem Photo prompt again 😉

    Through those windows I dream in color Through those windows I see my savior Through those windows I see my reflexion My eyes search myself and see freedom

  • Poetry photo prompt

    Poetry photo prompt

    Hopeless fields Where all fences are weak No new born child Not a sound or sea Not one fire burning No rain to clean No one found or seek No soul to free

  • All we got left

    All we got left

    All we got left it’s to forgive to move on. The slap we got when we were 3 or 4 years old,not sure what just happened,for our parents to yell at us and hurt us. We learn to forgive or at least forget,so we can live another day smiling. We wake up to the same…