“The Sun is rising again and my sore eyes burn. Shadows kept me awake in the dark all night. Again. Every time I close my eyes, the delicate contours of your face is all I can see. These dreams from the memories we shared usually turns into nightmares. I remember and I burn. I remember … More Hiding In My Poetry: Burn.
[A Letter To You… Is a serie of letters wrote by a fictionnal characters (from my imagination) who’s processing things. In therapy, the characters learn that writing letters to people is a thing they have to do in order to move on.] “Dear Stranger, What if seeing each other again changed everything ? What if our … More A Letter To You: Dear Stranger, What if seeing each other again changed everything ?
Dear Strangers of Internet, It’s long overdue but now, I finally understand what Home really is. It took me being away from my family and friends to really understand it. I used to believe that home was a place, somewhere you live or used to live. When I was younger, I had this constant feeling … More Thoughts From A Balcony: Home is where the heart is.
Dear Strangers of Internet, If you know me, even just a little bit, you’ll probably be aware of my love for words and TV shows. The two combined is what this kind of posts will be. There’s so many words I want to share. The ones which brings me comfort, overwhelms me or renders me … More Words In The Wind: Maybe – A Spoken Word Poem by Igor Oro.
Dear Strangers of Internet, Do you ever wonder about promises ? The ones we keep. The ones we break. The ones we’ll never hear but keep wishing for ? I do, sometimes. “Each lie was like a promise To something better. But now, I am just bitter. Once again, you broke my heart. But, I … More Hiding In My Poetry: Broken Promises.
Dear Strangers of Internet, This poem, called “Reflection” was initially part of a prompt challenge about mirrors and reflections. I don’t actually remember if I even submitted it online but now, I can’t help but wonder… What do you see when you look into a mirror ? “Her eyes, her nose, and all her broken … More Hiding In My Poetry: Reflection.
Dear Strangers of Internet, Almost three years ago, one of my superheroes exclaimed himself and said something like: “Let’s be adventurers !” and *pouf* three months later, we were on a plane on our way to a new destination. From this moment, we have been living abroad on a tiny island. I wanted to write … More Travel With A Stranger: Let’s Be Adventurers…
Dear Strangers of Internet, If you know me, even just a little bit, you’ll probably be aware of my love for words and TV shows. The two combined is what this kind of posts will be. There’s so many words I want to share. The ones which brings me comfort, overwhelms me or renders me … More Words In The Wind: Scars and Souvenirs.
Chronicles Of A Tiny Human 