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“So you write poems,” he said.

“About you, yes.” I answered.

     //vintagepreset

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Photography, poetry

Haven

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In the quiet of my sleep
You are the dream

In the stillness of my heart
You are its beat

In the chaos of my mind
You are my peace

In the pit of my soul
You are my hope

In the maze of my life
You are my home

Y o u are everything that makes m e.

Photography, poetry

Crepuscule

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Some says that sunsets
radiate sadness.
Whenever it appear,
You’d just feel its heaviness in your chest.
Some says that sunsets
are goodbyes
For it give off the feeling of an end.
Some says that sunsets
are just a mere setting of the sun

I refuse to believe.

Deep within me, I know
It is serenity
It is of hope and new beginnings.
The end of the day yet the start of another.
And everytime I’ll lay eyes on the sunset,
I want myself to be reminded of those.

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Wrecked by a Promise

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I should’ve never listened
Should’ve never believed
I should’ve never let this muscle ruled me—
Never let these feelings took control

Yet, I did.
I chose to listen,
To believe.
I let this muscle decide
I chose to hear every single thing he promised to do.
He promised me he will..
He promised me..
He promised..

And it took him those promises to wreck me.
It took me those promises to learn
And it was not easy
For reality slapped me real hard
That promises truly are meant to be broken

Photography, poetry

A Book Called Life

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And like a book,
We all have our different stories.
We all have our unique chapters.
There will be characters who are in our side
And characters who are in the opposite.
Along the way, there will be plot twists
And there will also come a climax
But above all that, it’s us who will be taking control
Of our beginning, middle and ending.

Model: Vermin Esteban

(photos are mine)
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