O, champion of words

O, wisdom of gab

speak thy savory terms

of sultry endearment that makes the poet blush

and thine fairness lust

over syllables that consonants and vowels equate

so that the uneven can lie flush

and the plain can run straight

yet,

over the course of mounds of flesh

the burden stills

that within a heart,

or be it brain,

can beat and remember thrills

some left in time

and some do have weight

that over the hills

can be

the end of my commiserate

Sad eyes were full of beautiful stories,
And
Smile had hold the past.

Sometimes the best version of you
is only found when you are your most vulnerable

For once in my life
not knowing
has become more comforting
than worrying

the stars will not light up tonight
they seem to fear the dark.
they realised the sky is just a trap
and people are too small to care about.

so this night i will live my life
because darkness is now in all of us
and i feel so beautiful and wild.

the world is violet, black and blue
so i do not care if you once pretended
to be a sane sad dreamer too.
dance your own dance and then fly.

now i can touch all my ilussions,
i decide whats poisonous for my mind
now the wind is playing with my hair
and the world that used to know me is far
far away.

tonight i slept with
my windows wide open.
now, i am part of this world.
i feel it, it doesn't feel me.

400 000 people in this city
have their own warm
incandescent light.
my friend was crying
on the floor of her house;
all dark.
one lady was listening loud
to the song that defined
her life.
but all i heard that night
were the sounds of peace,
coming from the shaky leaves,
the sleepy urban dogs
and the fast red motorcycles.