Last year,
was too much waiting at
dull bus stops on
rainy sunday
afternoons.
And little rambling
in the sun.
Expectations too high
and moments
in vain.
This year,
there will be no pointless
promises of
ever red roses
in winter snow.
And no shy water
in these eyes.
Remember that these
castles belong in
the air.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
It’s not that I don’t
believe your
words.
They linger inside,
and cling on to
my heart.
But in the end,
my voice speaks
a little
louder,
a little
stronger,
a little
wider.
Your words bring,
sparkle and
shine.
They always find
their way
through.
But in the end,
they’re just
too
black,
too
white,
too
narrow.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
One day, you will be
gone.
We’ll stumble upon
each other on the street.
But I won’t know
you,
and you won’t know
me.
Maybe I’ll give you a
nod,
and perhaps you’ll say
hello.
As we walk on by,
neither of us will look back.
‘Cause all will be
gone.
When she asks you who
I am,
you’ll say:
«oh, just someone I once knew»
Holding her hand a little
tighter.
Just like that, we will be
gone.
All the fragments of everything
that used to be
alive,
will be washed away,
like patterns
in sand.
And it will all be
gone.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
I’d like to see the world,
from your point of
view.
Crawl inside your mind,
when mine is
blue.
Because yours is always
pink,
like the blossoms on the
cherry tree in
spring.
It’s orange, a hint of gold,
like when the morning
breaks.
It’s white; clear and pure,
like the first snow to
fall.
It’s the banner that paints
the sky after heavy
rain.
So why don’t you let me
into your mind
tonight?
I’m sure you will bring
my thoughts some
light.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:45 AM UTC
If only,
you could bring back
that spark in your
eyes.
They rarely smile at me,
these days.
You let,
the world pass you by,
while walking in
circles.
Your path turned dark,
long ago.
If only,
you could lay down and
rest your weary
head.
Your thoughts are troubled
these days.
You say,
there is no anchor
to hold you,
down.
But I caught a glimpse of it,
last night.
If only,
I could reach you from
where you are
tonight.
‘Cause your eyes rarely smile
these days.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
At times,
I want to walk in your steps,
and know everything you know,
while,
breathing in the soothing air
you create.
But mostly,
I want to go my own way,
and trust what you won't accept,
while,
breathing in air that stings you
like venom.
Then again,
It might do me well,
to sometimes open up my closed door,
I guess,
your age hides secrets I would like
to know.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Now darling, please,
Won't you bury your armor,
and let your shield down.
Your walls are to high,
for me to climb.
Like a wave, crush it,
what poisons your mind.
Now darling, please,
Let go of your worries,
they can only bring you harm.
Your shadows are too dark,
for me to see.
Your mask, hide it,
and show me those scars.
Now darling, please,
Let me take you home,
to the place only you and I know.
Your heart is too heavy,
for me to know.
My hand, take it,
and I'll lead you through.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
As I walked out an evening grey,
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to look and there she was;
Her touch warm and soft, yet steady.
This face famliar to me was;
A pair of eyes I used to know.
Blue and glowing like mine did before,
Gazing into my shivering core.
Her hand touched my cheeck so cold;
*Before dawn the night is dark,
Light will shine and birds shall sing,
If faith is allowed within this soul*.
So I was alone once more,
On a crooked path, going nowhere.
And though I thought about her words,
God left this one long ago.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
If you wake tomorrow
And I am gone,
Then know that I
Will be in some safer place,
And won't not return
No more.
If you wake tomorrow
But light is dim,
You will me not behold
For my silhouette is just a veil,
Flowing in the wind,
Evermore.
If you wake tomorrow
A little colder,
And my shadow is
The only fragment left of me,
I have your dreams
Restored.
If you wake tomorrow
To a silence,
Leaving you trembling
The voice you hear is not me,
But a sigh deploring in
Your core.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
How delighted I would feel,
To be the ocean wave singing softly.
Rolling towards a haven safe,
Embracing every shore so gently.
How released I would feel,
To be the eagle on the morning sky.
Carried by the wind beneath my wings,
Gliding away without a sigh.
How thrilled I would feel,
To be the sun breaking through the dark.
Swaying upon the surface blue,
Leaving gold with every spark.
But I am caught in silence,
And I cannot my wings perceive.
As glowing coal dying my beams they fade,
Yet my whispers will retrieve.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC