Can you not? Why do you ask
me how my day was
when days are short this
season, and you dont know
how my answers swings around
your head and winds me up in
your dreams

And you would tell me
about yours, but Simrik
i can swear to you I want
to be a part of your
Camu jacket,
in the cluster of your
combat pattern so it could be
never washed away from it
except from your tears

Can you not ask
me why? Because
the swinging of answers will
roam around and keep you again
in four walls of solitude

Dorsovertical is what my head is in,
contradicted to each other like
the ocean between us
But you cheer me up
being the beautiful soul
you are.

I dont see how the the
rainstorms in the New World are,
but i sure know if its
your eyes that see it, then
its all beautiful

We went walking in the rain, the sun
grass, mud and gravel rocks and sometimes
pavements
But in that fog of the morning here
and that of the mid day there
We're lost to be found everyday
im glad we still talk

I know you dont like to be written about
by me, at least
please know though that i need
you to stay, so slowly the
melancholy of the day disappears
I need you to stay, in my words

My dear friend and diary
Today was awful according to me
My heart tells me I love him, you see
But my head always seems to disagree

To him I must be invisible
A burden, mostly miserable
undesirable, and I'm unable
To put my feelings on the table


Oh, dear diary, dear friend
Countless minutes did I spend
In front of that old mirror of mine
The poor reflection didn't whine
But showed me how fat I am instead
What do I do? I have a date!


Dear, oh dear secret-keeper
I can't seem to make him forget her
Is it unfair to want him still?
Is it unfair to feel these chills
Whenever he is around even though...
He doesn't love her. I'm sure, I know


My dear and lovely diary
My reflection seems to be teasing me
It tells me to stop trying to be
Like the beautiful girls I always see
Shall I give up? Let her break free?
I think I should fight.. Do you agree?


Dear diary, you're my best friend
But today I'm lost in my own head
I fear our encounter comes to an end
Today I leave you under my bed
Until I find myself again
I need to know who I really am
I can not tell you where and when
But dearest friend, we'll meet again.


CC.

All my life
I was allowed to appreciate the world around me
But lacked the means to express how

I could speak of the fluttering of a starling’s wings
Lifting into the majesty of the sky
By stirring the air
But you would not understand
The loneliness they stir in me

I could describe the stature of the far-off mountain
The snow-ridden summit stark white
Vehement in its unyielding presence
But you would not see
The spark of vehemence I feel in its wake

I could illustrate the way the sun sinks behind the hills
Staining the clouds orange and pink
Causing a blanket of soft light to awaken the earth
But you would not recognize
The nostalgia it awakens in my tired soul

I could narrate your mannerisms with clarity
The gentle smiles and nervous fidgeting
Shyly nodding in mild acquiescence
But you would not notice
The utter joy that holds me under its sway
As you lull my heart with your words