Hey,
what do you say
if neither of us
is married by
the time we're 30,
then we get
hitched?

We
could have a
small ceremony
with only our
closest family
and friends in
attendance.

I'll
rent a fancy tux
you'll borrow
your mother's old
dress that looks
so beautiful on
you.

We'll
recite our vows
promising that
from this day
forward we'll
always be
together.

Then
the minister
will say, "You
may kiss the
bride." and I
promise not to
cry.

In
that moment
we'll embrace
each other like
never before and
we'll wish it lasted
forever.

Even
if we're not
meant to be,
why not take
a chance on love
with your best
friend?

bang inside my brain
burning my soul

I kick them away in restless sleep
jaw clenches  in familiar fear

truth or consequence
all night long

I should be out of tears by now
have cultivated the strength of a warrior

I wish I knew why I keep waking up
in the morning
                           (despite the night)

again, again, again

Since I heard you died,
I have been brittle.
Angry at the wrong people.
Afraid of things that aren't really scary.
Fighting the biggest battles
with the smallest guns.

Now I know you are gone,
tears come at unexpected times.
I grieve the woods you once walked in.
My arms thick as branches,
and frozen as the icicles
hanging from my fingers.

Nobody knows how it feels.
How living in fear feels.
Not knowing my next seizure.
How, where and when?
Public or private zone?

I fear the cruelty of epilepsy.
The devil you know better's than an angel you don’t?
I bet to differ.
This inevitable monster cohabite since childhood.
Anxiety haunts me even in parenthood.
Nobody knows why and how it feels except God.

Precious time
Great ideas
I am using these

I don't want
To lose them
Make them useless

Automatically
Planning out
Creativity
Is the ground

No illusions
Can be found
No strategic
Or deep wounds

Truth is happiness
With no fear
And creations are
Its best friends

Beautiful
Nice to hear
This is how this short poem
Ends

He is trying hard
He could just give up
But no, he stays strong,
He keeps moving on.

It was with him, he who told me he would die for me
That I fought most of my battles with

A clenched fist
Leaves no room for dreams