Die young not bombed.
Heal wounds instead of
making new scars. Bleed
in shades of love instead
of different shades of red.
Make gentle love don't ****.
Plant flowers instead of ****. Scatter the seeds in the soil
and let the hungry and the
poor feed. Write poetry with
good intentions to allow your
words to caress a thousand
broken hearts. Use your ink
wisely instead of abusing it.
Listen to one another. Hug
your children when the sun
rises up. Say a prayer for your
lost ones. Light candles every
night for world peace. Gather
with your family over a warm
feast. This is how you'll change
this world to a better place.
This is how you'll paint smiles
on a million sad faces. This is
how you turn each other's
frowns upside down. This is
how love should spread on
mother earth's
grounds* ~

I tried not to let it show.
The scars and damage.
My wounded heart , broken
ribs and soul. The sorrow
and pain. The thought of
not being the same as they
wanted me to be. Society
was to blame. Took a mattress instead of a boat. Off to the
river I went to make it float.
Had nothing with me but white sheets and a pillow. Left my
books and music back home.
I watched the fish swim from
down below between the river
black and silver grey stones. Wondered for hours in my
thoughts. Was this decision
right or was it wrong. To
runaway miles from home.
Or to let the voices in my
head take full control. Laid
back on my mattress and
looked above to God's velvet
red skies. The sun was setting
down. It was so calm and quiet.
The waters created good
vibes along. Felt like this
was some kind of meditation.
I never felt this better with
out my antidepressants
medication before. Shut
my eyes and wondered
through the empty
hallways of my mind.
They were pretty much
like dark corridors.
Shadows of the night
followed along. Shut
my eyes and listened
to the soft melodies
of the gentle currents.
Thought of staying
out in the river some
more and row back
later to home when
I feel ready and
strong* ~

Lips shut. Pin in.

Words trapped.
Metaphors drowned.

Body drenched in
unread letters.

Ink spilled all over the
room. Black stained
the white sheets and
curtains too.

Time stopped. Noises
went off.

The heart got mad. And
the soul went sad.

I was taught to never
speak my own thoughts
out loud.

I never was proud of
letting them lay both
hands on me.

I never was proud of
letting them silence
me starting from the
age of three.

Been quiet for a very
long time. Kept all my
words bottled up inside
that throat of mine.

Life wasn't easy or fine.

But the time has come
to set myself free.

To unlock the pin and
brush all the chaos off
my bruised purple
coloured skin* ~

He asked his wife to get her
dance moves on a christmas night.
To twist and twirl like ballerinas
do in fancy ballrooms. To feel
the heat and vibes and create
a spark tonight. The candles flickering flame was moving
from the left to the right with
such an excite. The flames
went from orange to red every
time his hands slid down on
the small of her back. They
must of blushed while they
did the tango as well. They
must of sighed when they
kissed as the carols went
off. He made love to her
body on that christmas
night. When the lights
went dim and the
flames caressed
and licked the
concrete walls.
While the cold
winter's air
touched their
bodies and skin
as they were
exposed* ~

Your a fairytale. A merman
with pretty scales. A fantasy
a man that looks really fancy.
The eyes you have look crystal
blue. They make me want to
take a dip in them cause they
remind me of the deep blue sea.
And oh God the way you look
at me just makes me want to
stare at your pretty face for an eternity. Your eyes hold the
best of poetry. I saw love in
them the first time you turned towards me. Your beauty made
my skin blush from the inside
out and flowers bloom in every
corner of the room we were
standing in. I'm lucky to be
with a man like you. A man
that looks like the portraits
I have hung up on my
bedroom walls* ~

The birds painted on
the cement wall were
born to fly. Not to be
stuck on a solid wall
and die. I scratched
the wall to make the
cement crack and fall.
So I can free the birds
despite that I knew
I can't. They looked
so dark and sad. But
they still deserved
another try and chance.
All that was left in my
hands was to pray
for my paint brush
to give them some
colour and a
little life* ~

Thank you for existing.
Thank you for all the
kissing and hugging.
The morning texts and
the late night sexts.
Life without you is nothing.
The world is dark when we
part and go to our homes.
My body becomes numb
the minute you leave me
alone.
The shadows and thoughts
creep in my mind and crawl
out to play.
The tears begin to gather
and fall the way heavy rain
does when it pours from
depressed skies.
The noise in my head
becomes loud.
Everything that never made
me happy and proud goes
on replay.
And I start to remember the
times that i've been used
and abused.
Those nights where I slept in
my bed with bruises and cuts.
The secrets I buried deep
down in my thin veins.
It all just gives me the chills
and it feels awful and
strange.
You changed my story and
the words I had written in
every page.
Without you I wouldn't have
known the meaning of a
real love story.
I wouldn't have seen the light
or glory. I would have probably
faded out into the black
and grey.
And so today I thank you for
saving me from the
depression that took
over me.
Those eating disorders and
bad habits. All the self hate
I had towards this body of
mine.
Thank you for loving me
with your heart and not
allowing any of my flaws
get in your way.
Thank you for everything
you've done .
And thank you for all the
things that you're willing
to do in advance as you
clutch onto my little
fragile hands* ~