A solitude park in the middle of the night
A time where I feel at ease
When the last people hurry their way home
I stroll about until I finally settle down
On a bench faintly illuminated
By the cold light of a distant streetlamp
The coldness of the night refreshes my mind
Comforting me, calming my nerves
I become increasingly conscious
Able to focus on my surroundings
Letting my mind and thoughts wander
As I am closing my eyes I can sense
Faded voices in the distance
The gentle breeze upon my skin
And the lingering scent of rain

you sit with me in my silence.
and that means more to me
than
roses and chocolate.

The pursuit of individuality
Covered skin, a form of art
Special meaning hidden
Behind a colourful facade

Such a strange construct
Determining our every life
Limited and often scarce
Yet many times wasted
Then again I contemplate
What I shall do
With all of my time
Generously handed to me
So many possibilities
All the things I could achieve
And while I overthink
I waste it all along

She wished for me.
A subtle longing for
Emotions and proximity.
Unable to resist,
I followed her call
Throughout a mild breeze
Of a starry night.
Caught by the beauty of her eyes,
I surrendered to her presence.
Green, crossed by brown,
Like gates to another world.
I was drawn to her
By a promising glance
Of her beautiful eyes.
Lost in the very moment.
Closing in,
I felt her soft lips
Gently upon my own.
A smile on my face
And the rhythm of two beating hearts.
Held her close
For as long as I could.
A treasure meant to be kept.

But time is relentless and
calls for goodbye.
A long passionate kiss
On the doorstep
Echoes on my way home.
Engrained in my mind,
I long for more.

I painted my wall
I covered them in parts
Until the white paint slowly disappeared
Lines of poems I wrote
Are staining my wall
Altered in their very meaning
Words that capture me
Over and over, again and again
They call it the mad wall
I call it creativity