Deep within
My ever resting soul
I dance
Along constellations
Feel the heat
Kissing the bare soles of my feet
I submerge myself
In vast seas
Glide along gentle giants
I resurface
Under a thousand suns
And take flight
Born in a supernova
Of star dust
And drops of Jupiter
My heaven
Is silent

When you want it to be
No force can stop you
When you expect miracles
No logic will guide you.
Awaken your senses
Set your sight on fire
Let your eyes gleam with
What within does hide.
Desert your brain
Control your mind
You are a wizard
Let your power shine.
Seek the impossible
Shaken dreams to truth
Show to your own self
What a wonder you are.

In Poetry, nothing is a mistake
For a poetess, the paper is the strongest stake
Which allows her to sculpt her mind's hunger,
Ever-lasting, bittersweet and opaque.

In Poetry, no plot is a sin
You are free to voice your imprisoned thoughts
where, to your own little land of dreams and nostalgia,
You are the invincible king.

In Poetry, you discover all those astonishing things
which stranger eyes cannot see, they're blind
So you use them to build your halo and wings
with not a single competitor around you who clings.

In Poetry, you are a free human
where no one would ask you to work.
In your land, you work with imaginary crewmen
and their company will never cease you to smirk.

I am not afraid of darkness
Why should I be?
The brightest of all lights
Is shining within me.

Emotions are like colors
Some yellow, some red and green
Pour them out on paper
Paint over them with black.
What do you know?
Emotion runs behind.
What do you see?
Nothing.

I would paint your sky a thousand colors, if I could
And inspire the restlessness in your heart;
I would give to you a million stars, if I could
If I could, I'd gift you a new start.

The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?