They counted twenty eight
My soul says it’s too much
They speak or cry or shout
Words that I can not dissolve.

I’ve made my peace last week
So proud of myself!
Soon I will be gone
Soon I will die.

My last year with tears
My last months with pain
My last weeks together
My last breaths with soul.

I told her with care
I wrote her forever letters
She read them so fast
While displaying a beautiful smile.

You are not dying
You are so brave…

It doesn’t matter Cris
I died. It happened a long time ago.

What time is it?
She searched the room
Brown and white and almost red
She is a ghost
A body with life, or maybe not.

What time is it?
Whispers are low
Only by paying attention
The words can be heard.

What time is it?
Who will answer?
Walls, carpets and furniture?

What time is it?
I pray God will answer.

What time is it?*
Please give me an answer.

Poems with power impact on life
Lyrics that bring a soul from land of the death
Courage with strength of iron shrouded in gold
And people still cry deep in the twilight.

Dawn is a curse when remember to go
At doctor for a white paper with black letters on,
Recipes written on mega speed
Others don't give a dime if you leave.

I forgive myself from being mean
I forgive you for shouting at me
Forgive and forget and happy move on,
Let the earth spin one more year around the sun.

I am standing still while the world is moving
I have nothing to give while my heart is pounding
I am standing still while spying on others
I am standing still crying or laughing.

I am standing still while you dance
I am standing still while people are dying
I am standing still while words are flying
I am standing still to catch lyrics for my poem.

I am standing still when you kiss me good morning
I am standing still when eating nothing
I am standing still and no one is noticing
I am standing still while I am dying.

Too much to care
Too much to do
Too much to endure
And who is there to listen?

a new year will come
let's hope for more
passion and compassion
kindness and sweet thoughts,
no more idle nor stubbornness,
just unsuspected powers
to uplift joys that create
a great
new
journey.

I've sold my soul to you this month
thinking all the past will be forgot,
instead I've found myself with tears on cheeks
and you looking like a fool at me.

unable to tell you my deepest thoughts
for months wondering "is this the worst?"
        do you see how far we fell
is the question that I often say
like a shy weak girl starting to create a song
while we become more apart.

running to you at my best speed
hearing your yell that you're doing the same
hoping that the little fire we managed to create
will not die in the void we started to feel
meanwhile replaying part two of the song
       *until we meet again, my love.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am not lost, I wrote on an envelope
Because there was no paper and no screen to touch.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I am here, I wrote on the sand
Before the high tide come.

Come back to me
Find me if you can
I’m over the age of young and feel that soon I’ll be gone.

Come back to me
Find me if you can*
I whispered to a leaf
Hoping that the birds will hear.

There is a pain that strikes the heart
   And all that bleeds from the inside
      Are sighs
          And sighs
              And sighs.

drinking tea and writing poetry
some to share
some only for my eyes to see
is not a passing breeze of freedom
rummaging through mind's corridors
to keep in check life reality,
is like pure blessing
if you ask me.

have a break from poetry
he shouts and chills are spreading
down my spine,
reality is here
I am looking forward to escape it
don't close your **** eyes*
I want my eyes to stay open just to see
and to stay close just to rewire
this reality with some fantasy,
to make it prettier
just a bit.
he continues to shout,
I do not care,
I will always have my poetry.

I've lost my words the moment you turned your back on me
and I can't replay to people's questions
other way than using signs.

I've lost my hearing at your first scream
using disappointed words like...
well, those I can not write.

I saw the sunset every morning since then
and I've tried to speak small words like:
beautiful and caring and I.

I saw a man today who touched my hands
and the intensity of one moment
made me wish I could see in his heart,
and also in his head.

I've heard a simple question coming from him
and I quickly answer it without thinking,
my voice was strong but still ****
and I've remember that that was the first time since
well,
I've remember to use words with voice
and I'll not be afraid to make myself notice anymore,
because like you
I can move on.

occasionally I want to hide myself
somewhere safe from the entire word
so I can watch how is out there
without me,
if it's good or bad
if I'd be missed or not,
and if is ok
I want to leave and never come back.

I saw you too late
and maybe it's better this way
because
once you know, you can't unknow
that my mind screams to you
and my body screams for you
and
I hope that the dreams
about your lips
will never end
as well
as your laughter
that still resonates
in my eardrums.

undress the burden that you wear
leave it rot on wetland
be thin and simple when you'll travel,
all the ways are now more narrow
choose the best entrance between all,
stick with it until you will find
a sense of peace in your remained heart.

I wish I had as many words as tears
to describe the picture I have in mind,
is the same landscape, even the colors fade
or get more sharpen in other days.

I wish I could told you about the pain
I felt inside, because
my heart is still full of bruises
and bears the imprint of your fingers.

I fell asleep with your image in my thoughts
knowing that you'll never know how I felt.
the night was always short,
so the dreams have come and gone
about possible alternatives involving
kisses and no clothes.
I woke up before sunlight in many days
hoping that eventually you'll notice me
how I really am.

she has a broken heart that can be seen
from a decent distance and
the shattered pieces can be heard
even if you don't want to listen.

missing him when he's around
is worse than missing him when he's far away.
how can I say to him some crazy things
when in some days he doesn't even acknowledge I exist.

I hear these words often enough
to simply understand
a true meaning of all that.

you must take your life
in your own hands  and gently carry on
because he just drop your heart on the ground
*and moved on.

you
like all others,
will see me like others do.

loving you at your best
is a happenstance of pure joy,
but if you ever consider to change
know that loving you at your worst
will be my best self destruction mode.

I'm indebted sold to you,
again, no more, no less.

some say it's true some say is fake
love will cost, and the price to pay
a broken heart to be put in place
is to let the cracks stay on sight
and wait to eventually
be glued with love.

I can stare
at your pretty face,
looking in your soul
and describe to the world
the beauty you have inside.*

words of powerful color
I've heard for so long,
that never stopped to come...

they watch every day that she's smiling less
they witness once a week that she's leaving first,
they wonder if she's ok or so
but no one has the nerve
to slow down the step
and ask
*are you okay?

do I cross your mind as much you cross mine?
are you thinking at a way to let the pride not stand in our way?
are you measuring the distance between our bodies
analyzing how to surprisingly touch my lips with yours?
or how your tongue can make a way into mine?
how long it will get for you to decide?