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Words
Words
I would love to write. I would love to use my physical hands and grab the ethereal thoughts that float on the seemingly endless seas of…
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Sep 15
Exhausting
Exhausting
I hang on the tightrope of sanity with barely any familiarity with the concept. I climb the bell curve towards the average and what’s…
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Nov 9, 2023
Time
Time
A poem
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Sep 13, 2023
The Meaning Of Life
The Meaning Of Life
Do words have to mean or does meaning hide itself in the silent melody? My heart sings without words and my words mean without meaning to…
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Aug 27, 2023
Lost At The Peak
Lost At The Peak
I heard truth in the enraged words, and I bowed to the beauty hidden in the desperate screams. And the guttural singing of a tormented soul…
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Aug 27, 2023
The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just
The Bleak Is Vast, And The Void Is Just
It is bleak out there. It shouldn’t be.
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Aug 27, 2023
My Voice
My Voice
My voice is here, somewhere.
Fabricio "Fab" Montenegro
Aug 27, 2023
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