Armorer – Poem

Armorer - Poem

Armorer – Poem


Prose-Poetry that says a real love story  I want to tell.


I am grateful I met you

Even I knew we were a deadlock

Seven years younger

You were not exactly a man

But most like an armorer

With the will to protect

Your beautiful lady

That wasn’t me, in the end.


I got many feelings

I thought they were dead

It was a short journey

I will never forget

It broke me into pieces

To become a whole again.

Emotions rest in peace-ing

I found a new strength

To keep on fulfilling

This time on my own

After I have the answers

I am letting you go.


We never meant to be

A segment in the flow

Of cosmical dusting

Mistaken by the vow

Between two broken people

That searched for new hope

They started believing

True love is not gone

And, maybe it isn’t

But not for them both.


A rational boy

And a woman that knows

Lover’s connection is discomfort

Worth combat for

When partners don’t keep it

On the same page in their bows

Is practical decision

To live short and let go

It doesn’t mind shattered

Affair’s show should go on

Collecting the glasses

Breaking them on the floor

Under the fictional armor

That didn’t protect, after all.


The story is finishing

The armorer is long gone

To his beautiful darling

Creating a legacy on his own. 

A child that is not learning

What was in the store

Of parental, mutual, loving

That meets the financial blow,

Staying unloved

Because the armorer

Protected it fiercely

Without a pure reason to do so.

Or maybe is for the society’s glow?

I will never know.


Staying unprotected,

It gave me an everlasting way to go

My head’s slowly sobering

I still have a long road to walk on

Where is it? I surely do not know

But I will die fighting it for

When I feel that I am coming home.



Today was a challenging day that inspired me to keep writing poems because I understood it was always my thing. The best stories to tell are usually sad with a nostalgic taste. It is better to feel something than be indifferent and fearful to try something new with someone.

The pain will fade away and will replace with forgiveness and gratefulness that people know the ones they love and find they have human emotions.

Peaceful – Short Story

Peaceful Short Story

Peaceful – Short Story


Something that I wrote to prove to myself I can write short stories too.

Sometimes my thoughts transform into that genre, and my thinking confession flows better because it is challenging to use my name in the story I want to tell.

When my mood is for creative writing, I go for it because my love to put my imagination into words is neverending. Every form, genre, and expressive way is leading me to create art in everything I do regarding writing.

So, here we go with my Short Story.

Dana White had an old friend, who owned a bordello. She wondered if someone still visits those places when there are so many motels.

The woman walked down Paris’ dark streets. The woman found the site called “Peaceful” – a strange name for a place of that kind.

It looked ordinary and not showy.

When Dana walked inside, she saw a few half-naked women sitting and drinking wine. The ladies looked at her curiously. Some men entered the place.

– Where is Leyla? – asked the woman.

– Oh, she is in the attic – one lady giggled.

Dana went up the stairs. Meanwhile, some rooms were open, and she saw working girls, but she was surprised – they listened and talked with the men inside.

While Dana went upper to the attic, she observed that most of the men staying in the bordello only spoke with the girls, nothing else. The woman thought the only purpose of the whorehouse was only to sleep with the girls in it.

Something was off.

Both women hugged and sat on the sofa next to the deck. Leyla saw Dana’s pale face and sparkling eyes, filled with peaceful darkness. She knew why her old friend came to her. She sipped a glass of wine, bringing out tissues.

– I came here, Leyla, to search for answers to my past love experience because I think I am screwed up every time I go for a man.

– I know why you are here, sweetheart. It is not you screwed up in man’s arms. It is their uncertainty in their abilities to keep you. Or it may be they do not want to overcome their former lovers.

– Why did it happen only to me every time I try to go for men’s love?

– Because you do not know how to look the real love in man’s eyes. They may be protecting you by not being with you. Sometimes, men lift you with their rejections. They want you to be ready for them, or they – for your love. You go too fast, my girl. And you wait too much for someone else to make you feel appreciated and whole.

– But it hurts me a lot. The pain is unbearable.

– Then, why are your eyes peaceful? Did you give up on love?

– Yes. I did close my heart. – Dana confessed with a cold tone, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

– Do not shed tears for men, Dana. Because when they see your eyes, they will cry inside too. Your irises are the mirror your former lovers saw and will see. That will make them feel unloved, guilty, and unsure. It will bring them more uncertainty and fear of falling in love again.

– But how to not cry, Layla? My heart is torn inside out.

– Is it torn, or is it covered with a ton of padlocks and walls? If so, no one will come to your heart.

– I do not want anyone to come if I suffer again.

– How do you know what will happen, Dana? Will you not try?

– Not now. You may be correct, but I need to heal.

– You do but do not trust the peaceful darkness you have inside now. Try to see the light.

– Are the men here not sleeping with the girls?

– They do, but only when they feel secure to share their deepest thoughts, worries, and lives. Men have their feelings too. Only then do they share their bodies.

– I do not believe it! They are cold and break hearts.

– This is what you want to see now because you feel fury when your love is unreciprocated. Are you sure it was not mutual?

– There was desire, but he denied it and made fun of me.

– It is your fault, girl, do not give whatever men want from you so soon. They lose interest, and even if interested, they will walk away because they scare how pure and deep your love is. If they can’t give you what you gave them, they leave you even if there is love inside them.

– I understand.

– Are you better now, Dana?

– Somehow, but still, I am grieving.

– And you should be. Part of your heart dies with no mutual love. The fault is not only yours. Distract yourself from the past and overcome it Now. Make your darkness tranquil light.

– I will – Dana stood up. – I will come again.

– You’re welcome – smiled Layla.

Both women hugged again. Dana put makeup on her puffy face. She stood up and went down by stairs. This time she saw men and women hug each other in the rooms, watching happily into each other’s eyes. So, that place is where the men can find the security they miss in their homes.

Sad, but true, even the realization of it is Peaceful after some time of analysis.

Men and women look for love outside their relationships when they miss it and do not work toward it. That may be delusional at some points, but it is up to people to make it a reality.

That is a revised post.

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