I remember the day when you asked
Where is my writing?
I did not understand
What writing?
You replied
Some writing from you to me
That night I started to write again
In the foreign language for me
The first one was not great
You only said it is interesting
Thank you for inspiring me
It is still lasts
You have become my muse

I would call this poem bright if there would be daylight

You don't deserve the scratch of my pencil to give you highlights

The role you have been acting made a great success

I fall for you....

It has taken too long,
That pink fog to become see through..

I did not know you were just a clown
Searching for new scene for the score

And I find myself wondering
next to my window...

Chasing the darkest night
without stars

Don't seem to find the " Why"

Being strong all the time
is a dangerous game of mine

I wish to be seen weak
But these walls does not letting me

I can not even cry anymore..

I wish to fall in tears
To let my soul get washed
Of all the fears

I wish to fall in tears
To be able to let it go
Of all the things

It is a trap

A foreign God I have never heard of
Has made a decision over my life

Only because my tan is not dark...

I have even assisted to him
Allowed all the anger to lead me

Shouted hurting phrase
Telling you to stop being

I was hoping to shake you up

How much I want it to be a dream
All these to become unreal

But I have to let you go that path

Go find that brown ghost to your heart
And obliterate the past

I remember the day I was asked...

Why do you get up early in the morning?

Having to drive miles and miles only to be able to hike?

I was thinking big
Than come up with this...

By the time I suffer all the sweat climbing up the hills..
While all the dust sticks to my skin...

As I reach higher and higher up

My soul gets washed of all the stain this World has given me..

By the time I reach the summit

Clean and reborn

A simple human stands in front of the Gods...

You keep distance,
then one day you realise
that the distance becomes constant

The hardest thing is
when you feel nothing anymore
When it is hard to cry as all your tears have been used up for another time

You have been losing a part of your soul with every drop of them

The only thing that you are able to feel is emptyness

It does not hurt
It does not make you happy

You want to shout but you can't
You lost your voice

All you have is only you
and a trust in yourself.

So close to the heart
So far away from the reach you are

I message my feelings out to the universe

As I cannot tell them to you

My heart is all broken without you..

You were everything to me
As I was to you

I keep reminding myself
of our moments together

Even though there were only a few

I have started to write again
because of you

I do not miss a man out of my life

I miss him
My soulmate

I wish life has never showed
you to me

It would be easier...

And this lonely feeling
That comes at night
When everything is calm

I miss your warm arms
To make me feel alive

It used to be something like that...
Yesterday is yesterday!
Today is a different day...
Always to forget the last day nice memories...
I started to feel like in some sort of ball game.
One day up the next day down...
If I think better, you were clever as ever.
Knowing I love sports.
The only thing you weren't aware of,
I'm hopeless in ball games!

You used to ask what I see in you

I hope this explains...

How could I deny what I feel?
You never been perfect,
neither was I...

But you were perfect to me.

With all your sarcastic way of speech...
With your funny, caring being...

The way you used to hold me...

I got lost in your eyes...

You would always have some sort of answer to my question marks

A good suggestion of a movie to watch

You would always make me feel special, even when I'm in the darkness of my 7 days..

How could I forget all that?

I know, I will never feel the same again...

I don't even wish for anyone to make me feel  that way...

All this was the thought before I changed my mind!

Only the strongest
Only the bravest will survive

The Stone used to stay quiet
And remain strong

Perhaps the weather is more powerful
And by time can crush even the strongest Stone into sand

That a small wind is able to blow away...

What is life?

I would say...

It is that line on your grave that is between your birth and death..

Make sure you did everything to be worthy of that!

It gets harder and harder to block out this pain

In my feet...

I reached miles and miles away from where I have been

It taken time and time to see...

It will be years and years to reach the final destiny

If you ever question my writings...
I would just say
And I think that many real poets would agree in here..
Writing is an occasional pain
Especially when your mind is bombarding you with thoughts in the most unusual way...or at the middle of the night waking up from a dream...
You can not just decide ,
Now I'm going to write
It can be sometimes only just a sentence that knocking on your minds door
And it might have to wait for its time to come and be written into a poem
Writing can be about anything
When your heart is overflowing with emotions, no matter they are nice or sad
A real poets mind will find the way to express all that ...
Poets are givers of fantasy to others who have them less..
A person somewhere miles away who reads the words can understand that is acceptable to feel either way
When you hurt it hurts in black and white,
And when you are happy even the rainbow palette would not know to express what it feels like
But the poet does.

In my dreams....

This morning I woke up next to you
I've been watching at you for a few moments, observing your peaceful sleep

I walked into the shower..the steam made me invisible... thinking you will find me there

The hot water from the shower cascading over my naked body
And my breath is making an echo as I take a deep breath

I heard the door is opening...
But even though I know you are there I still did not turn to you just yet .

My back is facing you as you enter the shower..
I just wait there to see what you will do and play a game of selection..

The warmth of the water feels so wanderful
Your fingers lightly trace the velvet skin of my back,
And my body starts to shiver slightly
As I turn to you a droplets of water runs down my *******
I smile at you lovingly...it feels so good being in your arms,
Our wet bodies pressed against each other
And our lips meet in a soft and passionate kiss
As we live a fantasy of such passion
Each motion slow and tender
As we long to embrace all the pleasures
Our bodies,our souls and hearts can bring to us...
While the steam of the shower fades the world outside away...
I woke up in my bed lonely... thinking what a wonderful dream.