My Poems

Here’s a compilation of poems I’ve written since 2008. I’ll be updating this page little by little. Meanwhile, enjoy.

Someone else

You’re by my side
and your sleep is deep.
I know you dream,
but you don’t dream of me.

Who is it that you see
when I turn around?
What is it that you desire
in someone else?

Something in the way you smile
while you sleep
tells me I’m not part
of that intriguing fantasy.

Maybe it’s my imagination,
and I just overthink.
But I need to know
if there’s someone else you think about.

Who is it that you talk to
when I’m not around?
What is it that you’re looking for
in someone else?

Originally published on November 27, 2020 at

Tiny Woman

I remember you
with more life,
with more vitality
and endless energy.

I remember you
small and somewhat fragile,
but with a strong voice
and charismatic essence.

Years have been
unkind to you.
Sorry to see that.
I wish you well.

Your smile
remains the same.
As bright as ever.
It’s still there.

Tiny woman, you’re great.

May you continue
to inspire more and more
generations to come.
Show them how to use their voice.

Originally published on September 29, 2020 at

Special Needs

Sometimes, I don’t want to talk.
I don’t want to share
what you won’t understand.
We shouldn’t waste our time.

Playing devil’s advocate
doesn’t cheer me up
on a day I want to give up.
You don’t know, but I suffocate.

I just want to be okay again.
Life should be simpler than this.
So listen to my truth and believe me.
Pain does exist.

Do you know what that means?

Originally published on August 30, 2020 at

The End

Is this it?
Is this the limit
I’ve never known?
The truth always reveals itself.

Some believe, some won’t.
What I believe counts, too.
I find, deep in my heart,,
this is the end.

Some agree, some won’t.
Someone has to care,
and that has to be me.
I say, this needs to end.

The ideal conditions
aren’t real anymore.
The world changed so much,
and it belongs to no one.

It all starts again
from scratch.
One door closes
and another opens.

Originally published on April 27, 2020 at

For One Day

When I visited your life
for one day
I admired you.
Your world is beautiful.

Do you think so too?

Though I’ve never seen you before,
I became aware of you
and your daily life
just for one day.

Are you the person you’ve always wanted to be?

I regret not looking in your eye
to ask if you’re okay.
If you’re satisfied.
If there’s anything you’d change.

I trust the sincerity
of your smile.
I trust the authenticity
of your frown.

Originally published on December 10, 2019 at

In Your Other Life

I don’t know who you are
in your other life.
I just know you’re unhappy
and thirsty for approval.

That’s not whom I know.
You now look tired and worried.
I’m unable to help.
I’m sorry you live in hell.

I don’t recognize you
in your other life.
Your name is different,
and you hide the money you earn.

I wonder why
you chose such life.
You once had it all,
but traded it for a lie.

Originally published on September 10, 2018 at

Rainy Morning

Rainy morning, rainy day.
I can’t stop thinking about the future.
I feel closer than ever.
And I can’t believe it.

Rainy morning, rainy day.
I try to smile to myself.
Things won’t get better until they get worse.
And I resist to believe that.

Rainy morning, rainy day.
The first one of the year.
I remember that, in the past,
I was thinking of the future.

And I want start believing today.

Originally published on January 30, 2012 at

Of Reality and Dreams

Woke up in a weird dream.

The strangest place
I have ever been.
Whispers, secrets, and regrets;
all in black and white.

An hourglass controlling,
manipulating life and time.
Watching creatures live,
watching creatures die.

But then I felt like them;
I cried like them.
I learned to worry;
I learned to hurry.

On tough situations
I learned to wish
things were different,
and embrace all my afflictions.

The longing that I felt
helped me to remember
none of this is real.
That always made me smile.

It’s just a dream.
Only a dream.

Originally published on July 9, 2008 at

The Nausea

The consequence of an accidental life
has made me waste energy.
I feel how I’m dying inside.
I can barely appreciate beauty.

If any…

I realize I haven’t felt complete.
Read the pages of my book:
am I not a stranger?
Trapped in a little planet forever?

I stare at these creatures.
They have what I don’t.
They think they have everything;
the truth is, they’re nothing.

My spirit is leaving through my breath.
The rejection of feeling anything at all.
Will I find release in the death?
Is there any cure for this sickness?

If I could only throw up…

Originally published on April 12, 2009 at

Your Memories

You tell me about your memories,
I see your eyes when you remember.
You relive all the details…
as if it was yesterday.

And even though you’re smiling,
I know deep down inside
your heart is dying
’cause it’s all gone away…

And I never know what to say.
I just stare and wonder
what I could do
to help you forget. For forever.

I would have gladly rejected
my chance to come to this world.
Just so your memories wouldn’t have existed.

Originally published on October 29, 2011 at

State of Consciousness

I’m going to a place
where you can’t come.
Don’t follow me.
You’re not allowed here.

I’m not your present.
You’re now my past.
There’s no way of stopping
an inevitable division.

I’ve found a reason
to move forward.
We’re destined to be apart.
Like it was from the start.

Our greatest reward
is living with what we’ve chosen.
But genes keep us together.
Our links aren’t broken.

The day is coming
and you know it.
Sooner than later.
It’s happening. It’s happening.

Originally published on December 12, 2010 at

The Day Is Today

The day is today.
No more delays,
no more countdown.
Your yesterday is gone.

Know you did it
with your bare hands.
On sleepless nights
when no one was watching.

Or saying a prayer.

The day is today.
You sail away
to distance yourself
from all you’ve ever known.

Questions will remain the same.
You won’t believe it.
You’ll find yourself
when you get lost.

Have you realized
you’re most alive
in times of struggle?
It’s your merit.

Today is the day
you are at your best.
You can go anywhere
and be yourself.

Originally published on November 17, 2019 at