My poetry collections

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Here are my poetry collections about depression, healing, and self-love.   

“Confessions of a Wallflower”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542396859 💙

“I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1721578641 💙

Relax.

Breathe.

Stay warm inside a blanket with a cup of tea.

I hope these words will find a way to touch your heart.

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Rebels

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I love people who are aware of how sad, beautiful, and chaotic existence is and with that knowledge chooses to live a life of non-conformity. I love people who are rebels, who seeks the truth instead of the endless pursuit of survival when it comes to trying to fit it. I love people who are dreamers, lovers, and wanderers for their sense of a destination comes from following their hearts despite what sufferings their passions and desires may bring. I love people who are out of this world but still chooses to stay grounded to reality in some hope that one day it will be so much better than what they always wish for in those peaceful moments of staring at the stars.

Star Stuff

Stuffs

All we have is forever —
In the vastness of the infinite —
Light travels back into space —
Homecoming of the festive spirit.

Love becomes real after death —
Everything transforms into magic —
Celebration for a life —
Well experienced with all that’s tragic.

All we have is forever —
There’s nothing to fear in work and time —
For all labors will vanish —
Better to relax in perfect rhyme.

All we have is forever —
We’re all children playing with the stars —
Forever in the cosmos —
Where there are no guns and spite and wars.

Reality is a dream —
Every one of us is still asleep —
Someday we will understand —
What we create is not ours to keep.

All we have is forever —
We’re each other’s sunshine after all —
In the here and now, there’s pain —
Until the day we receive our call.

I want your 3 ams

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I want your 3 ams, your thoughts
your hopes and dreams of you and me.

I crave to listen to your favorite songs,
visit the coffee shops you’ve been to and sing along 
to the music of the clouds being gloomy together
on our way to the beach.

I lust for those legs of yours, your lips, tongue,
the way you excessively blink your eyes whenever
you’re worried about how you’d like to look beautiful
and darling you are and to worship your body is a miracle.

I long for the things that inspire you to keep looking up,
the gravity that grounds you here with me on this blue planet
and I desire this, the being with you till’ all my wanting ceases.