You search for answers
In dark corners
And hidden spaces
But never find them.
Maybe you should take a deep breath
And just look around you
And see the beauty
That you've been missing
All this time
The beauty
That lies in the scars of this world
Because not everything that is broken is ugly.

Don't just listen.
Feel.
Because the answers don't always come
In loud preachings and audible words.
Sometimes they come
In the dark of the night
Brought by the silent whispers
Or the cold midnight breeze.
Sometimes your heart hears
More than your ears do.

I’m starting to forget
        how his voice sounds when he says my name
        how his hand felt clasping mine
        how his arms were wrapped around me.

I’m starting to forget
        the twinkle in his eyes
        the light in his smile
        the warmth of his breath.

I'm starting to forget
        why he stayed beside me
        why he made promises
        why he broke every single one of them.

They’re gone.
       All these things
       Are but mere fragments of shattered memories
       Like a cloud of smoke
       that disperses after a while       until it is completely gone.

She wrote down her thoughts
More than she said them
The paper was her confidante
And her mouth the pen.

She wrote in prose and rhymes
In words of grief and pain
Sadness was her mother tongue
And joy her only bane.

She wrote down the cruelty
Of love and of art
She fed on broken promises
That gave her a shattered heart.

Not all who smile are happy
Not all who cry are sad
Not all are what they seem to be
They turn out different instead.

Not all poems are rhymed
Not all philosophies deep
Not all moments are timed
Not all mountains are steep.

Not all eyes can see
What's behind and what's ahead
Not all are what they seem to be
They can be something better instead.

I once had loved a man
It was suicide they say
For this man had a plan
To come but never stay.

But never did I listen
Never did I heed
My whole heart was given
To him who never did.