Even as a child
my happyness
has been wired with fear.
When I laughed too hard at day
I had nightmares at night.
Is that the way we are taught to be?
When the day is bright
one should keep an eye opened for
the dark night yet to come.
And only speak of whishes
in murmur and undertone.
-A tradition passed on from father to son-
and even more subtly from a mother
to the woman that little girls is yet to become.
Are we afraid to be too happy?
Am I scared to breathe in full lungs?
I am quite sure fear is my predominant gene
and happyness is so illusive and intangible
that sometimes I doubit its even real
- but I want to scream out loud for once:
I am scared but I am thrilled to be here.
K.E
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Like a river I flow irrepressibly
but backwards
just to keep you near.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
You say you're stronger than anyone,
but I am your weakness, I know.
You say you are afraid of nothing
but than a simple bee scares you away.
And you say you couldn't hurt me.
You say.
You say.
You say.
You show me all your affection
and I belive in you,
It's your words that I doubt in.
I am afraid you are kneeling too low
in your black hole.
I am afraid if I come too close
it will **** me in.
»Your pain would **** me« I heard you say.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
I love you,
naked,
with no shame
covering you
I love you,
all mine
I love you,
stubborn
I love you weak
I love you kind.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Like others,
he wakes up every morning
and gets out of bed.
...The light likes his face,
always looking good
with his cheekbones, his straingt nose
and his thick lashes.
Nature has been generous to him.
He's always been faster than others
and stronger than others
... but somehow the air seems
heavier on his sholders anyway.
The golden light grazing him
and the gentle breeze once
messing his curls
- he doesn't seem to notice them!
He's covert in a cloud of smoke
entoxinating his lungs
becaouse all the blessings
nature gave him at birth
- his luck took them away.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
My friend and I
are not alike.
She's sunny blonde
and I'm dark brown
- but we did get away
with the same ID
that one time.
She's the kind of person
that gets really high
or extreamly low
and I, ussually
go the middle way.
She's vibrant but
she often says
I'm special, though.
When in highschool "funny"
Youtube videos were the hit
that wasn't us.
We has laughs
and talks
and walks of our own.
I might go places and
she might live somewhere far
like Australia or the USA
but I have good memory
and she writes letters
so I know we'll be alright.
My friend and I
are kind of grown-ups
and my mind is now a blur
but if there's one thing
I'm sure of
- I'm sure of her!
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
I wanted to write about confidence
Not the kind that makes
a girl pout her lips
and hide her spark away.
Not the kind that makes
a woman look presumptuous,
even though she feels like
a little girl inside.
I wanted to write about
real confidence
The kind of inner beauty that
simply shines through.
The type of confidence
that smiles at strangers
and speaks her mind.
I wanted to write
about the type of walk
that isnt afraid of
little flirtig
and the firm step
that knows what she deserves
and what she wants.
I wanted to capture confidence
to unravel it
and put it into a formula
but how can I do this
if I still feel insecure most of the time?
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
They are tearing away my home
removing one piece at time.
In few days
some other people
will make a life of their own
in the place i still call my home.
And I will have to continue my life elsewhere...
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Here I am again
less confussed
and older
but in this new place
trying to make it
my own.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Would I rather be
with someone that feels
cozy and warm,
or someone that
feel like thrill
and fire
and smells like
mint and waterfalls.
I wonder why untried things have a certain charm.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC