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cristian-orellana Cristian Orellana

A short poem on the nightly rite of meditation and creative works.


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Tomorrow

It's when the day turns the morrow,

that's the moment I awake.
When light goes dark and joy turns sorrow,
the chains upon my mind then break.


I'm searching now as I searched then,
chanting slowly ancient plays.
Afraid of demons that may waken,
like they did then, long buried days.


It's now the moment for some pain,
that better days might await.
Now soulitide, now time for arcane,
that hidden smile will someday break.


So give me fire for what's furthest,
all things here now I let fly.
Broken the cage and broken the bondage,
your face I dream this lonely night.

19 de Agosto de 2016 a las 01:37 3 Reporte Insertar 5
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Cristian Orellana In search of sanity and peace. I write short poems, they give me solace and happiness. Rather dark and cryptic, I do hope they connect with someone. I am an amateur writer, and I hope to improve the more I write and learn. Thank you for reading. I also do some instagraming, look for me as @chirimantecman.

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CC C Clark Carbonera
Loved the poem!
23 de Julio de 2018 a las 09:05
Karen Straight Karen Straight
great!
12 de Septiembre de 2017 a las 22:37

  • Cristian Orellana Cristian Orellana
    Thank you Karen!...I had not seen your comment, sorry for a rather embarrasing delay in my response! 18 de Febrero de 2018 a las 21:07
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