I can only see our Horizon in moonlight. And it feels like the Longest day of my life Ever since our last Few hours of darkness. @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem                

Sometimes you just need to run

Sometimes you just need to run, To heaven and back Admire the sky, the moon for a while And come back with rosy cheeks To see life as you did Back then With your pink dress And your matching ribbon.   @mena.poetry Foto: Ídem                


The old tree smiles back at me, I tried to forget, but when I'm locked in a room with my killer I cannot see their face I can't find a way out Though the old tree may offer Its never-ending branches I try to take one, but it snaps, My trust is thus wronged thrice,... Leer más →

Words that cannot be Echoed

Words that cannot be Echoed But can break a heart Nemesis is certainlly mellowed Her lesson is about to start Gazing his own reflection The fool could not understand That it was a false affection Forced by a powerful hand His fate was sealed by his believe That not one was worthy of his love... Leer más →

To Narcissus

I can’t see why you Drowning seems a Lesson learned From your tale. To me, you're Nothing short Of a hero who Died for the noblest of causes. You seem to me no less than a Romeo in the Least pathetic Sense of the name, It’s simply that your story Makes more sense, You died... Leer más →

In her eyes

In her eyes, impulsive, passionate, Green and bright but -odd, It was odd and he knew he shouldn’t- He should ignore them, look away- But he knew he just couldn’t- And with more sin came more beauty In the mirror of her decadence: Delight, for her charm lay only In her glaring neglect of duty.... Leer más →

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 →

Sons of the gods

Sons of the gods Defying all odds Legends from the past Stories passed down to us Is it myth, is it our story? Is it just a song of glory? Songs by our bloodlines Their bones in our shrines We only see empty battlefields But we can all feel the time strains 'Cause the myth... 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 →

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