A darkness
Will never hurt those eyes
Yet, once they see the light
A blue fire
Will surround them
And turn them into dust
Those are the sailor's eyes
Full with glory and dignity
Conquer the ocean
Under the darkest nights
One day they come home
Those eyes are red and black
"A hurricane destroyed the boat" they say
Later, when their woman appears
Those eyes
No longer red nor black
They are white and yellow
They speak a lot
Indescribable language

Don't expect too much from me
For I am no savior
Or a sailor, like father used to be
For you
happiness is money and power and glory,
but not for me
I am a prophet in a desert
With no vision nor dignity
Searching for meaning
Maybe for god
Maybe for home

I will call your name
Endlessly
Under the dark
Of the night skies
And the stars
They will save you
From the night of terror

Oh, walls of my chamber. Don't be so mean tonight. I am tired and in a need of a sweet lullaby.
Stop showing my dreams vanish and dash into small pieces of sparkling diamonds and black stones.  
Stop reflecting my deepest fear and my darkest side.
And stop foreshadowing my future as a failure.
All I want is a good night and a sweet dream. A dream of a garden. With a peaceful melody and a right company.

Dearest black sky,
Please lend me your moon
And your stars
Let us sit around the garden
We'll talk about our days
Happy days, sunny days
Gloomy days, rainy days
Let the wind comes by
And we'll build a fire
To warm the cold, lonesome souls
And let us cry to sleep
All through the night

I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.