Beauty and ugliness are concepts that often seem crystal clear to us, but in reality, they are full of nuances and factors. Imagine we are in a museum, surrounded by works of art. Some take our breath

I noticed something quite curious some time ago, that sometimes we don't need to say a single word for people to know exactly how we feel. Because our gestures, posture, and appearance are like a secret

When you realize that you have experienced a problematic situation many times, you can't help but ask yourself, “Why me?” or “Why does this always happen to me?” Because you tend to associate, by pure

How much time do we devote to what we are truly passionate about in life? This is a question that crosses my mind every time I try to think of reasons why I have abandoned so many hobbies that I enjoyed

I have been going through some rather hectic weeks, and have been very busy with family emergencies. I suppose we all know what that is like: responsibilities, bills to pay, errands to run, and outings

Humility is a beautiful purpose in life, that's what I have always thought about it. But, how many people are really humble in this life? Too many people claim to be humble, when in reality they only disguise

Many times one thinks that life is full of experiences and circumstances that bind us, compromise us and limit us, but over the years one can come -if you look carefully- to the conclusion that it is not

I live with red-hot emotions; in my soul and mind everything is felt with a level of intensity that is not usual or normal for most humans. Am I special or am I a mutant? No, not at all. I am simply a

I'm a frustrated poet, and I'm not ashamed to say it. I love poetry - hence my name here at Hive - but I know that no one lives by poetry. Good thing I don't write poetry for money, but for passion. In

Every time I pass by a compound No love flowers keep me awake A marriage ended and there are no feelings Deeply tired we are both And the mad, unbridled passion was lost years ago. I must express my principles

There was a trip and I fell Pain consumed me and I fell asleep Sorrows dazed me and I indulged it When my mind was plunged in the veil, I allowed it But in my mind's reaction I awoke. The dazzling desire

My thoughts are muddled and my vision is hazy when I rise from bed. With so many drinks, my voice is weak when I rise. The sour taste of your love only keeps me awake. The depression and ugly madness that

I've been reading other poets' posts on Hive for a long time, and I've never had the courage to write here, despite having my account for a long time. This among other factors has finally led me to decide