Being bored,
meaning you either aren't doing anything,
have to wait
or did your task for too long.
I am waiting,
but aren't we all in life?
One person may be waiting for the bus,
the other for a cure.
Next one may wait for their first kiss,
first love and last?
Others wait their entire life for happiness
and die in regret.
Even though they have happiness right introns of their eyes,
they are blind.
Why you may ask?
They wait for bigger and bigger opportunities
and they never come.
They fight, they loose, they fail
Fail to see what is really important and right infant of them.
That they have food to eat, healthy children.
The sun blesses every morning each person
And what do they do? They ignore
We are all waiting in life for something,
but make that something worthwhile.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
The woods call my name
I follow the sound
The sun kisses my skin
The wind is my constant companion
Suddenly it went dark.
The wind blew now in my face
The sun hides behind the clouds
The trees call me names:
"you don't have enough time"
"the week is too short"
"you don't deserve any of it"
What is happening?
My stomach is turning upside down
I feel shaky
My breathing is shallow
No escape
The trees grew 100 meters taller
They are not only coming for me,
but are trying to grab me by my ankles
I run
I run for safety
The sun shines out here
The sand under my ***** shoes smiles at me
They are trying to calm me,
so I sit with the sand & listen
The sand tells me stories
It calms me
Now I am here and then I am there
But right now I am here
And I will make the best of it
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
something has to be better
just has to be
what a life to live to always be in pain
what a life to live to never be free
popping pills to end the misery
but in reality it never ends
soon pleasure becomes a stranger
and pain becomes your friend
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Let them be, walk around, be noisy
I lie here on the couch
People talk about school & life
My eyes are heavy, my body is aching
I try to relax in the stressful mind
You lie next to me
An arm around my weak body
My safe place, covered up safely
Everyone is going on, so is time
We stand still & I feel loved for a momentum
In your arms
You motivate me, let me see things from a different perspective, when I am too down to see anything but darkness.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
Love in this world, at this time is difficult to find.
We cling on the positive, because the ugly truth is ugly.
We try telling us, tomorrow it will be better.
This all is just a nightmare & when we wake up we are safe.
*Even though there are terrible news everywhere,
we can't & won't loose hope in this.*
Love can be found in this house.
Laughter is heard from outside.
In here, there is a family that loves unconditionally.
You can't imagine what they've been through already.
Their love got them through, the strength to look forward.
They learned & are still learning & living.
But most importantly,
they never lost their hope even when there was nothing.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Get yourself a chronic illness.
You will get frustrated with the pain,
And you will start to be aggressive towards the people you most love.
They don't understand & that's okay, because you don't wish this on nobody.
But you hope that they will understand you.
You fight with them until the picture of them fades in the distance.
Then you are alone on the journey fighting your own body . . .
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
The first thinkers were poets
Naming Mother Earth
Beginning symbolic thinking
Of nature, death and birth
Though themes are often repeated
Love, Beauty and God
Poetry in the guise of Religion
A prophet or a fraud
The poet resurrects the Primitive
Through allegory and similes
Disarming the unknown like explorers
Sublime Prophets and Visionaries
They must lay bare those treasured images
That must be expressed
Unraveling and revealing the sounds
At each soul’s behest
Encompassing the entire Cosmos
So lyrical the beat
The poet’s excitement flows outward
Laid at the Reader’s feet
So original, individual
She won’t examine or explain
Letting go the festering feelings
Disturbances in her brain
He exposes his dark, wounded psyche
Just to release and express
Such capacity to see and compare
Hyperbole at its best
I love, I hate, I suffer
A special dance in rhythm and rhyme
The poet as a buffer
Lessening the pain and sting of time
Laden with symbol and feelings
She gives you sweet relief
From something urgent, revealing
Confusion to belief
Through a cinematic kind of seeing
The poet purges to transform
By leaping through Alice’s looking glass
She never was one to conform
Quite intolerant of convention
Just like The Mad Hatter
His passions immune to all logic
In syncopated patter
Jamming up the poet’s mind
Struggling for expression
Seeking order out of chaos
An infantile regression
Cleaving to his imaginary world
The poet breaks out into words
Creating sound paintings to be unfurled
So his own agony is blurred
She succumbs to storms of passion
With instinctive techniques
Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion
Out of hand flows mystique
The poet mines from his unconscious
The Reader is not blind
For every single line and symbol
Means something to the mind
Causing an inner liberation
Enlightenment or flight
It is a matter of life and death
When darkness turns to light.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Perfection, a word most people seek for
A state people look for their whole life
This little noun drives them crazy, daily
10 letters, one word makes million people go mad
The house, their lives, their makeup, their work need to be perfect
No mistake can show,
everything needs to look smooth & flawless
Flawless, has the the word flaw in it
Let me tell you something
A little girl asked me once if she looked perfect.
She had black leggings and a pink tutu on, on top she wore a pink robe with a sparkling tiara. In one hand she held a wand and in the other an ice cream. Her mouth was stained with chocolate, twirling to the music. She loved herself, all these imperfections, flaws made her perfect.
And all I could say to her was "Yes", with a big grin on my face.
She looked satisfied with the answer and went on with her perfect dancing and eating her favourite ice cream.
No one could take away the things she loved,
so why do we strive for perfection,
when we actually have everything that makes us flawless.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
You can't trust humanity
As soon as you think you are safe,
somebody pushes you off the bridge,
or stabs you with a knife in the back.
Be careful who you talk to.
They might seem nice,
but sooner or later the true colours will show.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
I got to meet new people
I got to spend time with family
Four weeks gone in an eye blink
I learned a lot about life, people and myself
Me, the person who controls where I'll be heading
If the day is bad, there is always a tomorrow
Make the most out of everything we don't know when all of this ends
Take risks, take chances
Don't care what others might think or say
Do your own thing and let them talk
And the most important part
Just let it go
We can only control so much,
if it doesn't work out it is how things should be
Everything happens for a reason
Don't let yourself down
Just walk through the rain,
because you know the sun always comes out again
We travel to learn, to experience and to understand life better
So, today I will fly home and take things back with me
The good and the bad.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC