Explore your Mind.

Igor Tavares's expresses his daily collection of poetry online influence by vivid dreams, philosophy, moments in his life, adventurous cross-genre and experimenting on blackout poetry.

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Azul Blood

Azul is my Blood.

The colour of reminiscing is azul... I been inspired by the azul.

Searching ways of it's... Truth.

Understand what azul is...

Animalistic movements..

Emotional poetic..

Shifting shapes...

Linking the emotions of colours within our vessels, blossoming through the skins.

By Igor Tavares

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That Day ..Daily Wonder

It’s a loose mind thing,

Curing myself as a whole 

Cigarettes and latte

Tyneside Cafe

Emotions

Long term thoughts 

Observing life

Painter comes through, painting the scene... the empathy in me.

By Igor Tavares

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Past one - Part dois

Emotional connection becoming deeper each week, striving through obstacles to seek.

A closeness approach within our empathy...

Loving throughout distances, but our hearts were still consistent.

You are important,

You are soulful,

You matter..

You are needed 

You are loved

You are beautiful

You are wonderful 

You are capable

You are enough

Yes you are... Our journey continues, bright colours... darkness... the only light existing was you, symbol of Respect and Trust.

Just thinking about it makes me smile like a fool...

By Igor Tavares

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Dreamworld (Spoken Word) - Promises from Paradise

The nature of sightseeing?  A seer, a prophet, a sage?

The intention of hope?  A longing, a desire, a dream?

Is there community in our struggle, our imperfect being? Do we belong with the Sylvan gods?

By Igor Tavares

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Identity - Solo Piece For Breakin’ Convention

For I... Search for who I am within the voidness, I am the definition of calmness. The identity that I strive for... is resilience, tearing the wall between boundary of experiences.

Dance became my new shell of confidences, flowing my body into existences. The demon’s voice is my best friend to the deepest surface, I live in the past life of utopia...

Living the sense of spiritual being. I speak by colours, my language is vibration and aura collectively, which I see through my eyes. There is a space where everything meets... A sensitive space made of matter, heart and rhythm .... Till the day, my hollow heart is filled with true love, I am...

By Igor Tavares

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Past one - Part Um

She’s a playful one, feeding me pickles at 4am in the morning, staying up till morning while our energies radiate.

Although she’s a goofy one too, a vibe which brings joyness in your soul.

Her aura is so familiar that I almost fell for her, but it was a past life connection at first sight...

Each week passed by our souls grew deeper, her hugs and lips became my drugs.

I want to feel her consciousness more, her smile and kindness.

I want her to be mine in the future but I can not decide her fate.

Only our actions will decide our fate to come...

By Igor Tavares

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The Azul Seed

I curve for the Azul substance, in the matter of existence.

Cracking dimensions within the frame through transitional space.

Carrying the Azul seed, creating a void relationship within a good deed.

Planting freedom in a nostalgia moment, let my soul be free in the movement.

By Igor Tavares

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Untitled Tres

additional scenes

for the sex scenes being

drastically, both temporally and visually

since

Exchange seemed halfway

By Igor Tavares

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Untitled dois

opportunity

compare different versions of these work

special

eliminating

violence

language

a mad housewife

Deleted scenes section, which explains why

‘The old man

Would have my neck, close attention

his lip movements reveals

said was, ‘The old man would have my ass’

By Igor Tavares

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Untitled um

I feel warm not from neat rum but 

I feel emotions turning like revolving doors

Iv got a thing for skies

I constantly search the clouds to tell me something

I hate the birds that fly through the blue 

Because it ruins my canvas

Yes thats selfish.

The sky is a void 

Or its full of infinite nothingness

Thats a lot of nothingness and is still tragically nothing.

By Jenna Anne Nathan & Igor Tavares

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Black Sea

Black self-thoughts, in the dark ocean, trapped emotions.

Deeply crying throughout the full moon, hoping to seek for the light within the cocoon.

Loneliness has existed since my birth, forever trying to connect with the earth.

There will always be a hollow space within myself that causes my heart to bleed.

By Igor A D Tavares

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Free-Self of Blue

I am trying to reach through the blue, the ultimate blue feel the magnificent depth within the blue, meditating movements, floating surrounded by the sea blue, ultramarine feeling lost drowning from the blue, deep down, darkness, voidness and impetus of the blue. I audacious the essence of the blue to my own, cultivate the consciousness to that alone. The blue arouses growing beyond investigation of self-blue, let I be in that space of ethereal blue.

By Igor A D Tavares

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Grounded with the Soil

I stay grounded with the soil, feeling the emotions of the earth.

I let the blue heal me emotionally and fill my lungs with fresh air to feel mentally clear.

I stay grounded with the soil, feeling the spirits through a connection between the roots and our suffering within nature.

I shall let the blue, overcome, reborn itself and awaken the true nature within this orenda existence.

By Igor A D Tavares