You don't understand yourself.
So why should anyone else?

- Said the bird to the bee

Even if you give, you’ll rarely get anything in return.
Don’t expect people to appreciate what you do for them.

- Pessimist

A free bird in a cage too long
goes insane.
Especially if the care taker
is insane too.
Future plans
spoil today's plans.
An exchange of stones
is a symbol that means more
than feelings can carry.
Wether in the mountains
or on the road
the stone means the same.
Even if the stone's value diminish
the symbol remains.
A free bird can have no stone
but a caged bird has no use of the stone.
Now that is a dilemma.

The truth is
no matter how hard I try
I will never be able to
express myself
in the words
my tongue can provide

Told me once,
told me twice.
Rolling a deice,
do I have your affection?

Busy, busy, busy,
bee.
Nothing I can't see,
Yet, I let it go.

Creeping back,
when I don't know.
Tip, tap, toe.
My mind won't let go.

Divorced from my mind,
it left me behind.

Divorced from my mind,
my thoughts can’t even be defined.

Divorced from my mind,
my love is declined.

Divorced from my mind,
I am so blind.

Divorced from my mind,
my body is fined.

Divorced from my mind,
all I can do is unwind.

Divorced from my mind,
poorly designed.

Divorced from my mind,
a disgrace to humankind.

Divorced from my mind,
so divorced that I just sit here and rhyme?

Empty bottles,
empty lives.
Star crossed lovers,
looking to survive.
Tasting the fire,
at happy hour.
Should we take a shower?

A taste of the edge.
Plot twisted,
crimes listed.
Half hearted feelings
with soles revealing,
empty skulls filled with power.
Can you bring me a flower?

Implanted noise,
keeping me from beyond the void.
Space shuttles and stars.
A bypasser,
I wonder who you really are.
Come here my master,
do I want to taste your disaster?

Let hymns of thanksgiving and cries of sorrow
have mercy on me.
Make perfect imperfect.

Joy in my heart
is doomed to die
in your kingdom.

You have chosen
your protection of
your wings
to shelter weakness
for there is no good.

Almighty,
Let my words be understood
as they are meant.

I have a guy
Who loves pretty words,
Which makes vibrant smiles.
He too loves cries,
but doesn’t like the words
That follow hot tears.
I want to spend years
Knowing this guy.
Fear for fighting
Cold wars
keep love alive.
My love is lively
Sprouting constantly
And the wish for it
To never stop
Is craved.
And I have a spot
In my heart saved
For you.

My yellow days,
don’t go well with the maze.
My heart isn’t massive,
I can’t seem to find the passage.

My world is burning.
I’m high on passion.
Just wrote a text that will never be sent.
Why do I keep on trying to pretend?

Baby put on all your colors.
Some days I feel everything,
Some days I lose myself.
Please don’t tell me I’ll be fine.

I’m clueless too.
It’s fun when no one knows who you are.
They won’t know you reached a star.
My sole is to adore.

Trust me I want to scream,
in my empty room.
The pain crawls,
wasted on everything I shouldn't.

I braided my hair
so it wouldn’t
fall into your face
and touch
your smiling lips

When your lips
stoped smiling
then I stoped
braiding

I wake up with tears on my face
and my mind searches for a reason
for the tears to dry on my face
while my eyes close again
to search for that happy place
the one which has no trace.

I wonder if my tears are just an illusion
in order to illustrate my confusion.

The smell hits me,
to be or not to be.
A lone wolf,
a lion in the dark.
Sitting in the park.

A cloud hitting the nose.
Wearing the same cloths.
A bird flying,
a fish swimming.
The weather is chilling.

Addiction is a problem,
that continues to blossom.
A monkey in the cage,
an elephant lying.
I feel like dying.

The difference between
this and a love poem
is that this
is for me
not for you

I felt guilty kisses
one by one.
Continues thrill,
lust at dusk.
Hands found corners
that shouldn't be found.
But deep feelings
made it appealing.
The tipping point
came around.
My eyes drowned.
Sleep, a temporary fixer
that fixed nothing at all.
Because when dawn
came around,
I felt empty and alone.
Even though
my body was well known
by two souls.

Stand tall with a little support.
look down and watch how you transport.
They let you move fourth,
and make life look prettier than possible.
They cause you pain,
and cause you to be vein.
The shoe may fit your foot,
but it can still make you look like a fool.
If you believe that the look is worth more
than your comfort, emotions and yourself,
then I'm sorry to say
you may be a relationship *****.

I have no where to go
when I'm lonely and sad.
Even my mind has no escape.
Go to your "happy place".
I imagine;
big beautiful beaches,
boats at the bay,
star skies in the dessert,
waterfalls and rainbows
and the sun setting then rising.
No, no, no!
They are imaginations,
they don't work.
I get nothing out of this
so called "happy place".
They don't make me happy
and from now on
I want it all to be real.
No imagining, my happy place
should be as real as
slavery, homophobia,
climate change and racism.

Smoke from your mouth
form captivating clouds
accompanied by light
sentenced love promises.
Gruesome coughs
of heart broken bones.
I wish it could be you and me
sitting in a tree.
Perhaps a peach branch
can hold us up.
And you can take a bite
of my fresh fruit
that I kept just for you.

This is the Sun.
Bright enough
to keep you alive.
Bright enough
To give you skin cancer.

Im never going to tell you
sweet candy corn sentences
that make you believe I truly care.
It's not that I don't want to
or is it.
I have this feeling
or don't.

I can only provide you
with what I've given you so far
that doesn't come from my heart.
It's not about wether I want to
or not.
But about my capabilities of letting
myself go.

Love isn't in my world
and I am not going to see yours
full of endless emotions.
I chose what I wanted
to be.
And I am going to continue what
I started.

White and yellow.
Empty mind.
Light sounds.
Shadows written in the nouns.

The blues.
A swinging tune.
Blue notes.
Sailing boats.

Tones swirling.
Shapes floating.
Trapped mind.
Everything lined.

A passive state.
Coming late.
Let me be the bait.
This is your fate.

Hate has the same eyes as yours,
brown and tender.
They carry the same look
as if I was everything wrong with the world.
Hate has the same movement as you,
slow and swinging from side to side.
Careless and judged
by everyone who lays eyes on you.
Hate feels the same as you,
burning feeling of anger
but with passion and care
deep beneath the skin.
Hate has the same hair as you,
short and greasy,
which sticks to my hands as I brush through
the brown locks.
Hate looks like you,
but I don't mind it.
Because I admit
I love looking at you.

I hate the empty feeling
I sometimes get
when I hear your voice.
I see you waiting for an answer
that I don't want to give.
I get angry at myself
and then at you.
How could you let me
leave without saying goodbye.
How could you let yourself
let me be in this mood.
Why won't you insist on me
staying and talking to you.
Will you please tell me to stop
and love you.
I need you to tell me what to do
for otherwise I'm just going to be cruel.
I don't want you to act
like it doesn't bother you.
For I see it does
and I know it's because
it's not normal to be like this.
So hopeless, angry and empty

Slimy, sticky sea monster.
I would never use those
harmful words against you.
I love you too much to do so.
But you live underwater,
so you don't hear me say that.
You start listening to others
and you expelled me from your waters.
I beg for you to pop your head up
use you pearl eyes,
look into mine.
All you see is a dessert,
even though tears are dripping
down, down, down, my gown.
I dressed up just for you.
Now please let me back into the water,
for I am you daughter.

A wise man once told me,
what comes (goes).
That’s all he knows.

A wise woman once told me,
What comes (may stay).
But it might only be for a day.

A wise child once told me.
What comes (Has no meaning).
Because something is intervening.

We makeup by caring kisses.
They never lead anywhere
and they are not meant to be.
We used our time without care,
I cried like it was spilt milk.
Our kisses slowly lead to a break
followed by more careless kisses.
What was supposed to fix the broken
broke it more without thinking twice.
And we lived happily ever after.

I shake my head
and think.
Is it right?
Do I really not want to?
Or am I just overreacting.
I should want it
to be right now.
Otherwise when?
I bite my lips
making the wrong signal.
Did I ask for it?
I ask myself.
No I think
without believing.
The classic thought
of blaming myself.
But I should not.
Should I?
I wonder some more,
giving it more time.
I feel pulling
and I feel myself say no.
But nothing comes out
my wet lips.
And I just shake my head
hoping it will come across
as a no.
But it took to long
and he took it wrong.