I have never understood my body.
It is a strange flash
That sits around my thoughts,
Quietly. Sometimes in pain and
Sometimes in fear, or happiness;
My brain decides,
That cruel hole of cells.
I look into the mirror;
There’s my body, someone’s body, a weird object in a reflection.
The mouth screams,
And my soul wants to crawl out;
To fly away,
To be endless again.
My body never felt familiar.
I look at the hands, the feet, that brown hair, those *******
And I think:
“To whom do they belong to??”
The eyes are in shock.
With that heavy question mark
My soul escaped.

There were angels in the street,
Standing by the dead cat.
One was grieving
And the other raised its head,
The red sky opened,
And the faceless angels
Left with the cat.
I stayed there, in-between
Death and rebirth on my hand.

The words
The words,
Lying diverse…

I don’t know what I am;
There’s a bluebird in my heart,
Chirping
With its beak stuck into my soul.
Tomorrow it sets free,
With the heavy weight of my life.

I wish this war was on drugs
And peace would fall from the sky.
I wish this love is not a sufferer,
And we would understand the Now.
I wish this Life can be an ocean
And they could move with the Moon.

I am a lost poem,
The kind which never got the fame.
I am sitting in the drawer,
And sometimes she comes,
Lifting up my letters to her heart.
Those running tears, shaking hand
Understand my feelings.
But that sudden overwhelm of Hers,
Sends me back
To that small corner of life.