I am not stubborn. Rather , I am
nothing beyond a soul who can't
dare to rebel against her own inner
Loving , praising and embracing oneself isn't hubris and selfish ,
rather , the best technique for keeping all those at bay who expect from others to stay under their feet.
I would rather write
About this world than
Live in it
I would rather play
Music all day and read
Or wander around
Or waltz into bookstores
And run my hands along
The wooden shelves
I would rather remain
Indifferent to the world
That exists around me
I would rather watch
Humans than actually
Be one of them.
I would rather have
Moved on too quickly than held
On for way too long
I just had to title it this
the first time i saw her i was left in a spiral of awe
the second time i saw her i was left unprepared
the third time i saw her i noticed her laugh brought tears to my eyes
the fourth time i saw her i finally had enough courage to say hi
she brightened my week with a simple smile
i felt a deep longing for something that was right in front of me
i never thought love was real
and i had not known what it was to be alive until she took my hand
every cell in my body longed her touch once more
melodies played in my head
violins playing sweet euphonies
when our eyes met orchestras erupted in my mind
the sun burned brighter than ever before
the moon gasped at her beauty
the stars didn't even stand a chance
the next time i see her maybe she will see me too
aaaaaaaaghhhhhh this is a really bad poem im sorry
It is a crazy world outside these doors. And I feel like I am not connecting with it in the right way.
Or in any way from time to time. Like I don't recognize myself surrounded by life.
Like I don't know which direction to go or to just stay put.
Await the storm in my head and in my heart.
Feeling like I am not even close to the hand writing these words down on paper. More like I am the paper, empty lines. Hopelessly waiting to be used or abused.
Or just there to wait.
Which eventually will make your thoughts scream louder then you ever have and trap you in it.
Or behind it.
Like if you are living your life from a little glass box tucked away deep in your self conscious and there is just no way out.
There's perhaps nothing more that we would rather all do
than to look for and find something that's absolutely new.
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.