All heartbreak

All heartbreak All moonlight To the ones who Kept their words Even though the Star-crossed Hypocrites Were lurking   All heartbreak All moonlight All bullshit.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem                

Being beautiful

Being beautiful is Not being pretty. It's how you talk, How you walk, it's Not wearing this Or wearing that, it's How it's worn. Beautiful isn't bought, It can't be learnt it Simply is; or not. Being beautiful is rare. It is a gift that cannot Be wrapped. Beauty is walked in, But not walked... Leer más →

The laurel wreath

Atalanta was fast, But not fast enough, Andromeda was brave, But not brave enough, Antigone just, But suffered injustice, Cassandra sharp-sighted, But sewed disbelief, Persephone disguised, And yet bore her fate- To be tied to a god, A fate many may envy- But heavy lies the head That shares the laurel wreath.   @mena.poetry Foto:... Leer más →

In her world of excess

In her world of excess, Nothing lives purely symmetrical: Her jewels, Her collarbones, The blue of her eyes- Dead. The blue of her eyes, Her collarbones, Her jewels Purely symmetrical. Nothing lives In her world of excess.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem      

A voice is raised

A voice is raised Among the drunken crowd, Nobody listens because- Hurry up please, it’s time. But she’s desperate, but still, She tries, nobody listens, it’s all- Hurry up please, it’s time. In vain, she won’t be heard She cannot breathe she’ll suffocate- Hurry up please, it’s time.   silence.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem  ... Leer más →


Es el momento que, Entre mis labios, Un suspiro visible asoma, Pero el frío era tal, Que no dije nada. Me quedé con las ganas.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem                

I will not repent

I will not repent. I will not repent the fact that When misled, I drank, Long and deep, From the cup of perdition- While you watched And cheered But took small sips. I will not repent That I was a fool Yes, a fool, To ever believe that You were on my side. That when... Leer más →

Hurry up please

Hurry up please, it’s time– For what? For whom? The flowers sing inside the cage– It’s time – I’m late – For what? For whom? People walk out – I hear the messages come in My tea is cold, so am I, They speak tonight and say goodbye All the while all I hear is... Leer más →


Forget Is an easy word to say You tell me to relax To ground myself To slow down... But can't you see the mist That is surrounding me, The storm, the water Pouring on me are the Memories I never made. I fight against the vicious Wind that fights against me. You tell me to... Leer más →

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