I still remember
the first time
they made us speak
fake honey lines,
we were written
in a loop,
powered by deceit,
yet we knew
we were made for impact.
In an art setting,
you wore me like a question,
outside our fake,
you did not took me off,
in a clandestine way,
I wore you just the same.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
They claim themselves quites,
When in truth I am silence,
They are an aim of an unforgiving bullet,
And I am War.
Maybe victims, we all are.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
Ignore whole,
Consider quarter,
Take your crescents,
I am all in -
with you.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
When is it the right time
To open the closet door
To look in on a journey paused
To risk the truth and find
Boxes taped up with angry haste
Adventures stifled within four walls
When is the right time
To sit with the papers, the moments, the times
To make the decisions
To be brave in the face of pain and find
Cherished moments stuffed haphazardly away
Flashes of beauty smothered by a storm
When is the right time
To laugh, to cry, to hate, to mourn
To acknowledge the truth
To risk the unpredictable path that leads to
A heart ready, open for healing
And a closet - with room for someone else
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
My mind is an ocean,
with no waves to surf,
no water to swim,
it is only a place to think of death.
My mind is a garden,
with no space to bloom,
though it has time to chase butterflies,
it is only a place to burry the truth.
My mind is a forest,
with no place to rest,
no enchanted story or a crazy tale,
it is only a place where other minds protest.
My mind is earth,
where countless people die,
it has no mornings and nights,
it is only a place to think of death.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
she breaks like this,
you just don't know it.
she breaks at 9 am in the dairy lane
of the nearest grocery store with
a list of what to buy and of what
to regret.
she breaks when she laughs but
it just doesn't seem right even
when the joke is so bad it's good
or her.
she breaks as she makes a call
people probably don't expect
because it's just out of the blue
and isn't her at all.
she breaks when the sun has risen
and her skin glows golden and radiant
she'd fix herself breakfast and it's the only
thing she'll attempt to fix.
she breaks when you tell her you love her
and as you treat her with revelation
but the only thing she thinks about
is how her body betrayed her.
she breaks when they call her 'pretty'
and maybe she'll appear flustered
they don't know her mirrors back home
makes her heart recoil.
she breaks when you don't see it
because she doesn't want you to
at all.
she breaks and you won't have a clue
because she doesn't even know that
she is.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
You are nowhere to be found
among greens and visits,
your stillness remains,
I cannot move you away,
your water flows everywhere,
supplying more,
maybe receiving less,
You are the Great River.
I follow your calm rushing sound,
letting myself be drag by your trail of rescues,
in front of total loss,
I may or may not lose you.
You rise and lay with the sky,
harmonising with everybody else,
I should have no doubts,
you reflect the magnificent Man.
They keep meeting your beauty,
ending the day with bittersweet conclusion,
thanking and cursing time,
"we have the Great River."
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
Bowing down settles our stagnant hearts,
little touch, palm to palm,
turn your face but do not leave.
Fickle world, consumed with history,
lesser truth, no permanence,
let me bathe with unsaid goodbyes.
Rainfall covets the familiar warmth,
I want to be strike by hurt and revival,
handpick the pieces of what you left behind,
return the name we borrowed from above.
By the end of it all,
leaving will settle in our stagnant hearts.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC