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Michael Rios

Updated: Thu, 4 Jan 2018 06:28 am

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I am 37 I write when I feel something. Much of what I write has to do with getting my feeling out of my system. I feel older then my age. I have always been told I was an old soul.


Anyway in the waking world we waste our time away. Soon days pass and we are still in the same place as yesterday. Never aware till its to late and all we have left is our last day. Then we think of all the things we wish we did when we had time. However time has past in this the waking state. now we sleep one last time and as well slumber we might be able to do everything we ever wished. In this one last night for we will never return to the waking world. The bonds that tethered our souls to this world weaken as we drift into nothingness.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Michael Rios

Square1 (19/02/2020)

Broken bonds (04/02/2020)

Toasted coconut (22/05/2018)

Just a peek (09/04/2018)

wadaeaan (23/03/2018)

Lie (22/03/2018)

gone (13/03/2018)

Inevitable (09/03/2018)

Stormy night (07/03/2018)

Thoughts of a dream (07/03/2018)

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Michael Rios

Tue 16th Jan 2018 15:04


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keith jeffries

Tue 9th Jan 2018 18:09

Hello Michael, I have read the poems you have posted which are both original and with a depth of true feeling. You have the ability to explore the inner being which is rare but revealing and you do so with great sensitivity. Thank you. Keith

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Artur Hulboj

Fri 5th Jan 2018 00:13

Thank you for the comment
I really enjoyed your poems
Especially song of soul and fate

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