Stones scattered around me
Remnant of the life they had
Each tell a story and a gossip
Of those who stood this ground
My fingers slowly hold one
I hear the stories of the brave
Who dared to live in peace
Tears struggle to flow
As the distant memories sink
Deep in the caves of my mind
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
It’s only a myth, a story told by others.
A feeling that’ll make life run through your veins,
The white & black world will be painted with colors.
It’s fiction, all the characters lie and decieve.
They say they’ve found their long lost other half;
I have not. Why on earth should I believe?
A fairytale, written in rhyming poetry and song.
The sun shines and roses bloom when she appears.
You sigh. You’re finally at the place you belong.
…
Real life, feels so dry, cloudy, incomplete and grey.
Perhaps, they did tell the truth after all, but I was blind.
Of the one that’ll enchant my world, I dream night & day,
My fairytale, my fiction & myth, I desperately wish to find.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
An old poet lived in a dusty room
Cold, quiet, dark and gloom
In his mind, to heaven he flew away
Promising himself to return one day
Under an olive tree he embraces his wife
As if it was the first time of his life
Smiling as his boys call him from afar
No more wondering where they are
Holding on to breath and regardless of pain
He forced himself to go back down again
Climbing back to reality with a rope
Wishing for one last teardrop of hope
Half way down tired of his quest
Decides it is time to finally rest
A lonely poet lived in a lonely room
Little did they know it was merely a tomb
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
If it was up to me,
I’d sing your name
As my mother tongue.
Let the sweet melody
Echo through the ears
Of old and young.
If it was up to me,
My national flag
Would be your hair.
My hand on my heart
Mumbling the anthem when
It waves through the air.
If It was up to me,
You’d stop the cursed wars
With a smile or a wink.
All the fighting cease and
The red soaked ground
Will turn into flowery pink.
If it was up to me,
The golden eyes are
The sun at noon.
Eyeliner is dusk.
And when they shut,
Here comes the moon.
If it was up to me,
You’d be the trees
The oceans, stars & clouds.
Cold summer breeze
Hitting the bale faces
Of the worshiping crowds.
If it was up to me,
You’d be the books,
Butterflies, cities & art.
Brushes of love, desire,
Madness and dreams
On my blank heart.
If it was up to me,
You’d be my miracle,
My water and wine.
The one and only wish
Of this life is that
You would be mine.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Hidden in plain sight,
Above us, and below.
The clouds will pass,
And the grass will grow.
The unseen beauty
Of this lonely rock.
You will not see it
Unless you stop and look.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
Through black and worm holes,
In a green and blue world as ours.
One giant sun that makes up
Years, months, days and hours.
Wind still blows, pure rivers run
Through valleys of green.
Cities stand to touch the clouds,
With veins of smoke and machines.
All remains the same as you know it,
Until different choices finally made.
Do not stay a mere copy of another,
Step up, change, don’t be afraid!
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Life spirals around me
And I am stationary,
Completely solitary.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
That fake smile
Sitting on your lips
Like a magic spell
Unbroken at day
Loose in the solitude
Of moonless nights.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
When all is left is echoes
Of jolly music, dance
And of happy souls.
Images of children on a ferris wheel,
Future lovers on a first date,
A clown spreading a smile.
Faint smell of sugar and popcorn.
When all is left is a silence.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
One once said: “If you fall, go down in style,”
This, the long lasting wisdom of a friend;
Always carry a warm and gentle smile,
Instead of dropping you will ascend.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC