break my heart
break it twice
i allow it
for i don't matter
so break my heart
break it again
step on it
tread on it
throw it away
for i don't matter
but only you do
to me
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
The strongest word is the heaviest to lift
The most meaningful expression the one that gets the message through
And honesty… is the gravity.
It gives weight to words
And “I love you” is lighter than “I don’t love you anymore”
Because honesty alone hurts more people than any lie.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
It’s those monochrome voices that break the joyous bubble,
bursting the rainbow shadows.
Those bleak voices that dissolve the party
and fill my heart with dissatisfaction.
It’s the same colour as my soul,
but there’s no need to spread the misery.
My heart used to be just fine – you
invited the greyhounds of horror
to my doorstep, to my soul.
And the colourblinds now stare
with their mouths open
with their mouths foaming
but they just stare
as if they can see through my hollow soul
and they just stare.
And they just stare.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
I can see them
Dancing in their fancy clothes
On the amputated arms and legs
That built their country
An unimaginable pain
Impossible to understand
By someone like me
The rich and prosperous
The westerners and the UN
With the help of media
Publish propaganda which we –
Arrogant and naïve –
Believe
And think our government is honest
Purely because it’s stable
And most won’t even be able
To locate Sierra Leone
Or Rwanda
In the index of an atlas
And this stupidity of
The age of unnecessity
And overflow of emotionless objects
Slowly kills me
And one finger after another
I feel those masters of the third world
Hack and saw them off
But they’ll never get my spirit
And my heart
And these words will resound:
Down with lies and hatred
Down with money and policy
Down with exploitation and death
Now feel my love reach out to you
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
They make me smile
Like that dimple on your cheek
It looks like a second smile
Below those two beauty spots
You do everything twice, don’t you?
It makes me laugh
When you laugh
And snort.
It’s a cute kind of snort
Not a pig, but a piglet
You’ve always been the cute one.
And you’re embarrassed to hold
My hand in public
But you still have to
When we cross the street –
An old habit
That reminds you of something
You have such a special mind
And
I love every bit of weirdness
You
Produce.
If only you weren’t making of my overly active –
Hyper-active, ADD infested, LSD tripping –
brain.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
I am remorse
in a physical form
I am love
in all my actions
I am thunder
expressed in words
I am happiness
in my untruthfulness
I am life
in all forms
I am the movement
of a speckle
I am gravity
pulling ugly women
I am a death ray
creating worlds
I am a dragon
pierced by a sword
I am that sword
piercing a dragon
I am a ghost
of myself
I am
Nothing
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 7:20 PM UTC
I know the secret behind art.
It isn’t beauty
or love.
Beauty and love are expressive words
about art,
but they do not form art.
It is the pain and fear
of love and beauty.
The pain of having
and
the fear of losing.
And the fear comes from the knowledge
that you will have to face it
someday.
And the pain is always there,
lurking behind beauty
that is called art.
All those bad memories, sad days.
On those days or after,
you relieve yourself of the pain,
so you can face another day
made of pain.
Between the moments of relief and pain
are the days filled with fear.
And whenever you write,
you write of fear or pain,
in the seek of beauty and love
between your words of fantasy.
I know the secret behind art.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
Nobody understands silence any more.
They don't respect peace,
they get annoyed by tranquillity,
they escape their own problems,
drown their sorrows in constant babble.
There is no peace any more.
They, he, she, you, me, we.
Resting is underrated, so
they talk and they talk, about
problems of someone else's, never
solving their own inadequacies, never
respecting our will for peace.
I just want to be able to go
to the beach, the library, the café
and read and sit and think, while
I look out the window (people walking by).
They don't find beauty in silence any more.
Why don't they understand the simplest of things?
Just silence and me.
We would, and do, go well together.
Just me.
Just silence.
...
..
.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
I have not found a better home,
I have looked for an eternity.
Every road took me somewhere,
eventually I found myself lost.
The paths I chose blossomed
and horses walked them happy.
Yet, these roads are not for everyone,
you too, may find yourself lost.
If you travel by night,
the Moon will shine the way.
If you travel by day,
the Sun can take you astray.
For these paths, the roads,
are not for everyone.
So turn back and believe me,
as I have walked this way before.
You are not supposed to be here,
this road leads to a lonely desert.
I have warned you once already,
the next won't help you at all.
You have run past your happiness,
now walking in the night,
this road of loneliness
will be the end of you.
I know, as I have walked this way before.
It is only, a highway to desolation,
which no one should go.
And now you know,
which way is home.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
Nothing as lonely, as
a lonesome man traveling.
With the company of his thoughts
and some ideas.
Many problems and no solutions.
Music as his company,
the plane isn’t so boring.
Last week’s red wine,
(in the form of *****
on his notebook,
has allied with the moistness
of his room.
So he skips a page
and writes a poem.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 1:13 PM UTC