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Low Tide
I didn’t leaveto find peace.I leftbecause stayingfelt too sharp.Too fullof empty. Breathing around me,but I feltlike air wasn’t mine anymore.I walked past facesthat didn’t see me.Not really. The boat waited—small, like me.Unnoticed,barely holding shapein the grey. I set offwithout direction,not looking back.What would be the point?Yet every now and thenI caught myself ….Looking back. A…
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Finally
That day has come. After countless journeys, thousands of photographs, and more memories than I can count, I’ve finally taken the time to sift through it all—to select what I believe are my personal best. Not an easy task, mind you. Every shot carries a story, every place a piece of my heart. Memories…….Countless. From…
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I Am War
There’s a war inside meno flagsno sidesjustmeagainstyouyes you – my twin Heart on one endmind on the otherpullingtearingnever resting I wake up tiredlike I’ve been running in my sleeprunning away from youthoughts come too fastfeelings too loudI can’t tell which one’s lyingor if they both arewhich one are you?who’s side are you on? Some days…
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Silence
I sitI listen you’ve gone quietOr maybe am not listening properlyCould the silence mean You are not here anymoreYou have left this building this body of mineHave I offended you my twinTo go so muteDispleased youTo be so dismissiveMaybe your silence is more meaningful than wordsSilence similar to the peace when diving deep into the…
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Once again…..
we sit once againYou and meseems we have a tendency towards this opposite each otherstaring each other outseeing who will give in firstwho will waiver falterthere are apartments in mymind which I believe no oneshould enter let alone You yet i feel you bury yourself thru my eyes …….reaching probingmanaging the labyrinthso well you navigateas…
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my twin
I sit Enjoying the silence I light a candle It caught a draft making it rasp and spit like a desert snake The flicker of shadows Creating a life entirely of its own Two glasses lay empty before me I fill the one then the other Knowing only one will be left empty I brought…
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The story of three
Echoed FootstepsThis captures the weight of the past—choices made, regrets, and the haunting echoes of moments that cannot be changed. Trapped in a “cell” symbolizing internal conflict, where shadows of past decisions linger, shaping identity and creating a sense of yearning for release. Driftwood DreamsThe journey shifts to a recognition and the passage of time.…
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”The tears that cannot fall”
There’s a weight inside, a weight that pulls me. Emotions rise like stormy tides, but still, no tears. I stand upon an edge, with sorrow pressing near. Yet something in me holds too tight, It won’t let go. A hollow ache, a muted cry, my heart whispers. But in silence, in my eyes, no tear…
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Steyr
In the tapestry of lifeGuided through paths,Where will we be led? Whispers heardRevealing what’s unheard. Through twists and turns,Unfolding truthsChallenges arise, Lessons to be learned,In its mistcal dance. Embrace……For in its secrets, the answers lay.Trust in the journey,trust in your sight. Trust
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Castlemoron sur Lot
French Musing I chuckle softly,Inwardly amused,My lips gently curved.Amused by the dawn’s arrival,Unfolding in slivers of light.I chuckle at the birds’ morning chorus,Their songs loud and piercing.I chuckle at life’s teachings,Difficult to fully grasp.My laughter continues silently,Yet tears slip away,Each with its own story,Known only to me.Still, I chuckle,Reflecting on days past,On embraces missed.With the…
Bobby Baldacchino 