To you, death
to you I wrote a letter only a lifetime ago
signed as nobody,on the day of never.
In a limbo where I had but a paper and time
to free me from writings of your feather.
An eternity only I begged to stay longer
this contract I've signed I give back.
Enough, you said? No, it wasn't
I thought as you painted me black.
To you, death
you who turned my hourglass upside down
and left her alone to sail the storms of sand.
Saharas in eyes, tears come from another
hides them from world with her hand.
Howls I heard from afterlife, clear and loud
as waves of screams you covered me with.
Drowning me coldly you pulled me under
your heartlessness more than a myth.
To you, death
who closed your eyes at the sight of an ending
seeing such love was a first.
For even you could not reap all we have planted
in the grand Eden on Earth.
Like a snake's venom you infected our heaven
spreading but loss and sorrow.
A disease of the heart, your favourite bred crumb
so you know your way back for tomorrow.
to you, death
who shall receive another letter
signed as a nobody on the days of forever.
In lifetime of being the wind in her hair
she won't feel it again, never.
To touch her face one more time in raindrops
is how I understand bliss.
To shine in her smile as the warmth of the Sun
bathing in ocean's abyss.
To guide her gentle steps in the ground she walks on,
to keep her warm with a flame.
To kiss her lips in the river water
I only can, because I lived again.
To You, Death.
Do not be afraid to take my hand this time,
we've met before but now you're young.
Please, as you're taking me, don't close your eyes
now I walk with you wiser of tongue.
Do not be afraid to guide me tonight
and please have no regrets.
Know that I will gladly meet you
on the side I will pay my debts.
Let's us meet again in peace
now that my chess game is done.
As someone who has become time
and knows you like a son.
Do not be afraid to come for me death,
I promise to go right away.
Do not be afraid to come for me friend,
you can hold my hand if you're scared.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
Bottom of spiral
Shine like a marble
Amethyst, silver, and gold.
Grave of the mind
Soothing and kind
Pulling you down to its core.
Sinking in silence
Away from all violence
Gladly you leave with a bell.
Whenever the morning
For you there's no warning
Eternity holding your hand.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
emerging from death
patiently waiting
covered with dust
it blossomed
spreading its roots deep
in the ground
moving slowly
between the bones
of old love and new
making its way
trough every heartbreak
new trust has awakened
waiting for me to water it
i'm letting it grow
risking all
hoping for thorns
but this time
only this time
i'm receiving only roses
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
tired tired tired
dreaming awake in tears
reality is away
unknown
sharp
cold
alone
tired tired tired
how can I live like this
my head is a liar
never ever sleeps
and neither do I
how could I
scared
I may never wake up
the liar will take me
and wake up in my place
how will I ever
sleep again
why would I when
this mind of mine
created a world
of numbers
of patterns
of habits
of pain of loneliness of fear of despair
how can I fight
why would I
get angry
when the lies
took my strength away
slow
lazy
I count
one two three
the windows
one two three
the door
one two three
the sheets
one two three
but how can I check if I'm real
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
what happened
to our young innocent love
used to light up the sky
colored it red then white.
what happened
to our young innocent love
now it burns the ground I walk on
turns clouds into black giants
colors rain gray
touches my cheek
leaves ****** tears
hate in my heart
and truth in my eyes.
finally I know
we burned too bright,
turned into ashes.
I will rise from it
***** but clean
forget my scars
forget the hate
forget the love
for it is not my own anymore
and I am not myself
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
What a good day it is
to talk to drops of rain.
What a good day it is
to escape your brain.
What a good day it is
to scare and be scared.
What a good day it is
to be killed and live.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
The pain.
Bones cracking,
Skin tearing,
Blood pouring.
The screams.
Of an angel,
Of a demon,
My own.
The monster.
I used to be,
I was meant to become,
I created.
To resist
Or to accept,
The wings
I cannot see?
To trust myself,
To hope for white feathers,
To grow out
Dark roots of my own?
Never to see them,
Never to touch,
But spread them wide
And learn to fly.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
there is someone in my mirror,
someone i know well.
its bones are cracked
but it feels no pain.
its lips are black
and eyes are gray.
every now and then
it tries to escape,
it breaks the glass
and cuts its face.
and when we met
it had new scars,
that never hurt,
and never bled.
it counts my words
and then goes mad,
if my hairs are not
perfect on my head.
it tells me where
it tells me when,
and then goes mad
if i don't obey.
it wakes me up
to check the door,
and then goes mad
if it's locked once.
it moans and cries
if i knock three times,
instead of four
which is fine.
it whispers softly
when i walk,
to make sure
my steps are all
carefully counted
four.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Alone again.
Did I let it happen,
Did my ego lose a battle
with this ever-lasting chaos,
It must be so,
Because my ego made it clear,
You will never write again
your paper will stay clean.
And my heavy cloud
aimed at me again,
It became a mask
to hide me from the page.
It hid me from myself
and said this was now me,
It said I have no one to blame
but false reality.
It told me I was perfect,
It told me life's for me,
It told me to forget
the truth and then it buried it.
and just when I imagined
this lie to be my life,
I saw myself in broken glass
and I have had enough.
enough of being human
or falsely living free,
And ego had to die three times
to make my chaos clear.
No more lies,
No more masks,
No more perfect scenes.
now I understand myself,
for who I choose to be.
In my raw reality,
living lies is not for me.
Painted with pain
and scars of my past,
Once more I can create
something that will last.
Memories of cold
before my eyes unfold,
Waking from my dreams
and in my mind they grow.
Today my soul is tempted
but I choose to be patient.
Today I am making peace
with all of my creation.
This is my true face,
This is my rebirth.
The reaper I was hiding from
was living the truth.
Now I know freedom
by the taste of bitter,
And I know I'll soon forget
thoughts that were sweeter.
My destruction is creation,
My death is a new page,
I will write an introduction
with ego's dying breath.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
It came with the first rain in October,
the feeling of solitude.
And much like the rain,
it was unwanted
but needed.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC