what if I told you
I saw a lioness with fire eyes?
what if I told you
I witnessed the collapse of a marble empire?
what if I told you
I saw ashes floating from a soul burned by passion?
what if I told you
I saw an ice-cold Phoenix raising from snow?
what if I told you
I saw a canary so joyful its melody charming even the shyest of sun rays?
what if I told you
I saw a golden but poisonous rose?
what if I told you
I saw waterfalls coming down from blue and green galaxies?
what if I told you
I saw honey dripping from a dark heart?
what if I told you
I saw a diamond so rare that its brilliance scared even the lightning?
would you believe me?
would you think I'm lying or fantasising or even creating metaphors of imagination?
but
what if I told you
to look in the mirror?
what if you see
what I once saw?
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
you tried to hurt me
with poisonous tears.
you threw at me
your bravest fears,
unleashing your demons
on my bare shoulders
to **** my soul
with their tar black boulders.
-pieces from your spirit-
you made my worlds
and my words
bleed,
perfectly playing your villainous part,
you can't believe
i still make
-and breathe-
art.
but darling,
did you forget
i had a spiked heart?
-May Colde
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
it happened.
i screamed silently with my tears,
you hurt me with your fears.
you seemed to care,
but I'm afarid that you'll scare
my scarred heart,
my fragile art.
now a freezing fire burns in me
running softly
through my soul,
tar black coal,
hiding quietly ,
permanently,
in old rusty tin,
the diamond within.
-May Colde
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
take yourself some time:
-to admire the clear, pastel sky,
maybe tomorrow it'll rain.
-to smell the blooming flowers,
maybe tomorrow they'll wilt.
-to hear the melody of the birds,
maybe tomorrow they'll fly away.
-to live, not just to exist,
and you'll be grateful for what I say.
forever is not something made for humans.
but we can at least taste it.
-May Colde
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
you burnt my eyes
so they poured oceans of water
to recover
but that’s ok
you are so proud of your flame
so I really hope that wherever you go
you leave fire behind your footsteps
not realising
that no one will dare
to follow you again.
-May Colde
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
how comes that
hell souds like angel
and heaven rhymes with devil
maybe there's not only one path
no mercy,
or wrath
or maybe there's only the human nature
who's just winning to lose
and forgetting not to choose.
-May Colde
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
you couldn't write your words
on my soul
so I put mine
on paper.
-May Colde
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
love,
not even Mona Lisa's eyes
can hypnotize me
like yours do.
-May Colde
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
you are uselessly trying to learn
how to fly
when you’re living in a cage.
-May Colde
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC