Can we turn days into new beginning?
Can we mix up colours of life and put into painting?
Can we bring back time when there's no pain?
Can we be friends, again?

Can we dance to the tune of life together?
Can we take life's steps without fear?
Can we leave what's unbearable to find new gain?
Can we be friends, again?

Can we take away all those gloomy remnants of the past?
Can we rewrite a new story that will last?
Can we build bridge of friendship despite our differences?
Can you take chances?

On July 2nd, 2001
A baby is born in Heidelberg, Germany.
I was wrapped in a pink blanket laced with my first panic attack
As the ghosts of my ancestors finished giving me my first lessons
They told me tales of greatness
So I knew what I wouldn’t become
Bathed me in lies of happiness and comfort
While letting depression sneak its way into my first bottle
Cursing me the moment I took my first sip
As the nurses came to collect my fragile hope
And wipe away every smile that dripped off my face
I began my journey in a life that I wasn’t meant to make it out of.
The stars sent out prophecies of almost suicides and constellations that formed hospital bills instead of heroes
But my parents still pretended that they were given a healthy baby
It would have been the first in the family line
We kept diving in the same gene pool, though
And in the end, we all drowned in the hope that some of us would succeed.
On July 2nd, 2001
Another tragedy is born in the world
It’s name was _____
But in a desperate attempt to erase all connections to my birth
And undo the curses my ancestors disguised as presents
I just go by Vic now.

they called me naive
for being kind
wishing people
to always be fine
giving my heart out
to those
who burn me out

they called me dreamer
for wishing
of my own lover
a home to come back to
when i have nowhere to go to

but darling
i call myself a star-gazer
with mind full of dreams
and a heart full of hopes

here
take both of my hands
hop onto another land
grant my only wish
for i am a believer
that you and i
are both good together

Maybe the way the curve of your spine fits into me is an indication
of how the earth meets the sea.
Frothing, frigid and free

Maybe the way our lips convene is an illustration
of a star being born
Colliding, rising, expanding
With every breath we whisper to each other
the wind caresses the mountains in such delicate manners

Maybe the way our eyes meet
searching for a long lost landmark
{Home at last,
or at least until tomorrow}
reveal the discovery of deeper mysteries
Cold, comforting, coalescent

Maybe the simplest brush of skin
brings earthquakes to our veins
Seeped with unspoken words
warmth and peril rolled in one

Maybe, just maybe, the first ****** between two lovers
is the modern tsunami,
a flood of pleasure, teeming with emotions and laughter

The rain that lulls us to sleep
is the same as the water that cascades down cracks and cliffs
Racing to meet her soulmate,
Salt water
Fresh water
Two hearts beat in solidarity
Melting one into the other
Tongue on tongue
Fingertip to fingertip

Maybe the way we started is the way we end,
with nothing but empty space and deafening silence.

Always in the corner of her eyes shadows danced, they were pleading: 'Come hither, come hither'. She would watch the darkness stir and quiver. She'd put it out of sight, out of mind. Yet it was always there for her to find. Calling in seductive whispers and hollow chants. They became like her own personal confidants. Their motivations never known, for those faces never shown. Haunting every silence or reprive and filling every void. There was no safe haven or any way to avoid--the suffocation of the shadows neverending and to their will she was slowly bending.

so schools starting up again,
we were out for winter break, in case you didn't know.
it's weird to have a winter break
but never see a drop of snow.

my backpack is empty
my sadness returns
seeing those familiar faces
makes my eyes burn

this isn't a sad poem, though,
it's just about school.
im relating to the young souls
who can feel this too.

because they know,
we really don't learn much
so why are we judged
by the grades we're forced to bring up?

why can't we be judged
by who we actually are,
instead of meaningless numbers
that spawn from meaningless subjects
that come from meaningless
noise