Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Hi.
Again.

You’ve come to alienate
a loved one
from her path
her soul
who she can be
without you.
Again.

I’ve seen you
enslave my father,
enslave my brother.
Lost both of them
to you.

I’ve been arguing with you,
bargaining,
raging against you,
trying to compensate with love
the wreckage that you bring.
I’ve been ignoring you.
Trying to escape
the powerlessness
you make me feel.
Yet here you are.
Again.

Everything comes
to teach us something.
You’ve come,
again and again,
to teach me something,
isn’t it ?

Hi.
I’m done with arguing,
bargaining,
raging,
compensating and
ignoring.
It’s about time I face you,
look you in the eye,
stand my ground.
I’ve come to tell you
I’m taking back my power
and say to you
here is where I draw the line.
With no excuses
or explanation.
Just because I say so.

Just go.
I knew
before I
knew
there would be grace
in loving you
Come, come play the game
sweet child of Earth
the game that has no name
the riddle game
the game of Life

You want to know the rules?

The first:
you always win
you always lose
that's up to you
for you to choose

The second:
there's a first
and a last day
and in between?
no one could say

The third:
Everything happens for a reason
and if you don't think it does
everything happens for no reason whatsoever
in the end, that doesn't matter

Somehow
there are no rules at all

You just have to show up
and play

Riddle
after
riddle
after
riddle
after
riddle
after
rid...
She's there, behind the deep blue canvas
enjoying, laughing, sensual too,
sometimes a playfull child,
and then again,
woman in love
nothing to hide.

He chooses colours
all shades of white
all tones of grey
yellows and oranges
purple pink or green
there are no rules
and if there are
he made them
to change them
because change
is his game.

Whether a he or a she
that immens spirit up in the sky
had fun today painting the ceiling of my world
giving one simple answer to my question
why?

Look for the beauty.
That's why.

Thank you for the mighty paintings.
I'll be back, looking at your beauty.
Everywhere.

I feel peaceful
beautiful
and I know why.
In stillness everyting
awaits in warm and untold
peace how storms unfold.
I'm a no one;
Just a stranger that happened to pass by,
Who made a silly mistake,
Yet you talked like we were meant to.

Just a peculiar case;
Talking random things,
That seem to mean nothing,
Yet made its way to be remembered.

A cathartic mess;
Leaving a note that said I'll leave,
Trying to forget how much it'd hurt;
You told me to come back.

Comfort;
Words that made me hold on,
Coming from the most unexpected person;
Maladroit.

Ecstasy;
Dancing with what you've said,
Somehow excruciatingly sweet;
Bitter.

Waiting;
Exhausted with nothing more to say,
Though wanting to talk;
Cold coffee.
I miss you

Even if I know you don't remember me
Next page