O to be this person,
to be this person you will look at,
dream of,
think of,
hope of.
To be the one in your heart,
To be the only thing your eyes see as art.
Maybe there is someone else thinking the same thing
but God no, O no,
I am too greedy,
even too needy.
I couldn't allow it,
I wouldn’t allow it.
I admit, I am enamoured,
mad in love.
But o dear, how chary i can be
I am afraid, too afraid
that if I tell
you might want to look away
that I might disgust you,
and make me loose all faith that you might..
simply might..
look at me the way, i look at you.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
”Eat your veggies you need to eat them to be strong !,
Is what i’ve heard from my mother all my childhood.
Young, i could not understand,
I would not understand.
This disgusting green and bland food would make me strong ?
Why did she insists this badly,
I could hit the gym like these grown up do,
But she wouldn’t drop it.
However, today, i got it.
It was never about the vegetables and their vitamins,
But about maturing and being independent.
Now..- I still hear her voice sometimes,
Telling me, begging me to eat my plate,
And I don’t want this to stop,
Because i fear that she was right and that i should have listened to her,
I am not strong enough to eat my veggies without her.
I am forgetting her face,
her smile,
her eyes,
but never her advice,
and God how I miss her.”
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
”Where is home ?
Is it where I'm growing, living, sleeping ?
Where im travelling ?
Where im working ?
Or maybe hoping to live in ?
I couldn’t get the answer until I found that home,
It is not necessarily a house,
But it is something, someone, you feel safe with, good with, happy with.
It is okay to change of home,
For me sometimes my home is my book, then my home is my music, Then my home are my friends and often,
My home is simply silence."
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
”I was questioned,
Why do I write poetry ?
Is it to express my feelings,
Express the deepest pit of myself that i can’t tell out loud,
or to find myself in a maze that we call life.
It may even be to entertain myself and for fun,
or maybe out of boredom.
After reviewing my thoughts and studied my opinion,
I came to the conclusion that..
I myself still don’t know.
Maybe i don’t want to know,
Maybe one day I will,
Maybe I never will,
Maybe you know and i don’t.
But who cares,
As long as my brain still questions the world and it’s people,
As long as my hands still write words in an order to make them delightful,
And as long as my heart still beats,
I will write over and over,
And nobody can ever stop me, not even me”
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:19 AM UTC