I gave up my pen,
And tore all my dreams.
Poetry never was my friend
Thus my journey as poet, here ends.


- qyf

she did not want anyone
to understand her

she did not want the world
to understand her

she did not want the sky nor the ground
to understand her

she just wanted
   to understand
               herself.

It's been a long time
but the ink scrawls & lines all fall into place

an expressionist
glimpse into urban dreams

somewhere in the past
a typewriter sounds

someone is writing
a masterpiece

which will never
be published

in a land
soon to be bombs & flame

meanwhile my lines
make out the city of my dreams

I've lived all my life acting,
Acting like I was fine.
Only pretending,
Never showing what's behind.

Then I met you, something started,
But nothing changed anyway.
I didn't want to be broken-hearted,
So I let my feelings in the doorway.

At least that's what I thought

Cause when you left me,
My world just crumbled down.
I didn't know you were the key,
The only one that count.

After a while I couldn't handle more,
I had to talk, to cry, to share.
Now I know I won't do it anymore,
After all, life's just unfair.

and acting is my shield

You have left so suddenly and now
I can hardly bring myself to move.
All I can do is stare at your photographs
with tears in my eyes,
trying to imagine you are beside me,
a vision I cannot make myself have.
I fear that if I take my eyes off of your beloved face
for too long I will forget what made you so beautiful to me,
and if I go too long without speaking to you
I will forget how your voice and your well-spoken words
made me fall in love with you.
But for now this doesn't seem to be the problem,
for I remember all too well.