happiness occurs to me in little chunks now.
the tiny things in life are giving me a smile.
a long text message from a friend to cheer me up.
having a good day.
feeling happy.
genuine, real, smiles.

i can't help but feel so guilty when i'm happy.
like all my pain and suffering is being replaced with a fake smile
i try to say no.
that i can be happy while i'm sad.
but i still feel guilty
for feeling this way.

- a.g.

I painted a canvas,
In words, dark and grey.

Overlapping, in many shades,
They covered the whole thing.

I never once thought that the painting
Was dark and dreary, like all others.

For the words were great,
Beautifully written.

So happy in their meaning,
Even though the execution was bad.

Over time,
The words grew.

I watered them with my tears,
And fed them my smiles.

And when I looked,
I saw...

The painting was my portrait,
Down into the depths of my mind.

the hours we'd spend on the phone, or on skype
the hours we'd spend texting wishing we were cuddling
the memories
the laughs
the times we wanted to see each other
the promises
the inside jokes
...
you slowly fade away and so do the memories
to the ghost of a girl i used to know
i love you still
you meant so much to me
im happy i knew you
im letting go
good bye my love

spilled blood
in galaxies made of tears,
candles that blow
dark photons in my chest,
my brain that emits ideas
with pulsars in cosmos
and the hot of the sun
turns into a neutron star,
who is carrying me
into a confusing geodesic road
and this road...
are just coordinates
into wormholes
that provides me the possibility
to travel into parallels worlds
in the fourth dimensions
of my complicated mind
lighting spectrums
of information into my empty heart
who was a black hole for long time
but now
that I find you
this black hole
it's turning again
into a beautiful star

#poetry #dreamingforawhile #imagination

I'm an astronaut who has a suitcase with shiny spoons
So that I can grave "I love you" on all of our galaxy's moons
I am a legendary knight who has a mythical sword
So that I can fight for you the mountains and all the world
I am a searched pirate who navigate the fields of faith and Mars
So that one day we can live there and steal the hopeless stars
My shadow is a ghost who flies over kingdoms turned into gold
So we melt into statuettes whose hearts will never be cold
My hope are clouds above the hills of the trees with diamond leaves
So our courage be tall buildings and conquered the high fears
And my love, well, I hide it in a castle made of a frozen cosmic ray
So that you come with the flame that blossom roses in may

the oak tree rolls
(a medallion, a junction)
darker than the soil
—
     than the gray skies.