what do you do
if your best
was not even close,
enough.
what do you do
if your words
were lost and
misunderstood.
cry, write, smile
and proceed with your life.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
it is not easy to stay optimistic
if you know the brilliant night of your poems
the beauty in words of sorrow and pain
or the clarity in darkness and solitude
i write against the apprehension
that i compose better poems
in dark sets of my mind
i write against the truth
that i have more time to rhyme
when i am alone
i write against the concern
that i find better words
when i am down
i want to write as clear and strong as i can
even with sunshine and you on my side
but then i feel so good, i just grab your hand, smile
and dont even write one single line
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
so many tasks to fulfill
things i enjoy
some are required
but acutally i just want to write
till i find my soul in the words
and my life in the stories
so that i understand
and there is something
that remains
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
if someone says to you:
"i feel your absence as hope."
you are beloved
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
the more detailed the plan
the more you are human
the more you left to chance
the more you will live
not safe and certainly not forever
but upright, alert and with pride in the face
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
what can happen to you better than dreaming of your dreams?
because then you can be awake for it all day.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
oh dear,
i have to say:
don't look like digging a grave
smile a while for a trial
or if you want to be safe
for the whole day
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
mailing with you
is between a song from Jack Johnson
with different feelings
from sitting, waiting, wishing
to reading, writing, listening
to sitting, waiting, wishing
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
you need all your senses to feel it
to hear the noises, the horns
to smell the stink and parfumes
to taste spices and flavours
to feel fabrics and stones
to see colours and everywhere light
to find your balance between wealth and misery
to seek what's still to be found behind smog and the sea
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
i have seen you
in different
unfavorable moments
after waking up
with sleep in your eyes
doused with water,
straggly hair, a drowned rat
after long days
completely exhausted
sick, with a feverish glance
during *** totally caught
in poor light
in awkward poses
unfavorable angles
it does not matter.
it was you every moment
and anytime
i loved you
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC