There is a canal

in front of my home.

It reeks of human waste,

it reeks of human ignorance.

The water is pitch black

like the hair of the woman

who passes by it every day

to meet end's meet.

The surface is covered with

plastic, sometimes you can't

even fathom underneath that

plastic, there is a substance

that created life.

It isn't bewildering,

as I've seen a person

who created a life,

don't hesitate to ruin that.

Why should nature be different?

Sometimes,

when I am in my balcony

I see the canal and get lost

in this utopian dream

that I will someday save it.

But when I am walking near it,

I forget about the death

of the canal.

Because just like others

who walk past this canal

I have a soul inside me

that is dying too.

@asterisk

I dream,

or I like to dream;

We will meet again,

at your favourite crossroad.

I believe,

every point in space-time

will halt, when

I will see you.

You will be there,

I will be there,

words won’t be enough

each step, each image

will feel forevermore.

I would like to touch

your face

for I don’t want to feel

the pain I’ve felt.

I would like to say the

words that grew inside me,

each day when you were not there.

I would like to explode

a beautiful supernova of

words, shattering the cosmos of my mind.

Because what if...

what if I lose you again?

It was a magical miracle

that we met again,

and I promise you, love,

from now to the end of time,

you will be the universe,

that I reside in.

@poetrybyren

Through the deep,

in the heart of a heartless,

soul less world,

I was there.

Looking for a cure,

for a disease I didn't know

I had,

If I am being honest,

I didn't even know

what was I looking for.

But I knew I was there.

For you.

And, then, suddenly,

the universe was born,

I saw a light, and I was sure

it was destined to cure me.

I approached inch by inch

with each flap of my fin

I was scared to ruin it.

And as I was about to

feel eternity,

I smelled a stench.

The cosmic light went off,

darkness reappered,

the only light was the reflection

of the teeth of my doom

or cure, I don't know.

I didn't want to know.

In those moments,

I thought about you

as like these slipping time

you haven't gave me anything

but darkness and dread.