"thiny" poems
he is sitting still
a pen in his hand
a paper on the desk
he wants to write
he can't think of anything
he searches trough his pockets
he takes a cigaret
he lights it
he watches smoke
make circles:
seeing the new universe
of unsaid and untold
the drop of ink
falls on the paper
now,the story can unfold.
the ink spreads on a sheet
starts to form a spider
with thiny legs with
six white eyes
made of smeared blue ink
it inlarges it dances
it does what ever
he wants it to do..
then it dies,
with a movement of his pen
it reincarnates with the other one
it's so fun when you can
play with life and death.
he disperse the smoke circle,
with no trouble or regret.
all the time i stood watching
the way the story was made
of a spider from disperse
he puts a dot to end the thought
what a strange mind he has
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
i am sorry :
for all the fairy tales
i won't read to you
for all the years
we won't be spending together
for all of your cries
i won't listen to
for all of the laughter
i won't capture in photos
for all of your fears
i won't chase away
for all of your tears
i won't wipe away
for all the good times
we won't be having
for all the false tales
you wont be scolded for
for all the hearts you'd break
and get in trouble
for all of your wrongs
that i won't fix
for your first words that you'd say
and i won't be able to hear
for your sticky fingers and figures of clay
i am going to miss
*
this would be the day you should have been born
**i am sorry i haven't find a way
i would have been happiest if i could hold your thiny hand
and wish you all of the happiness that is today**
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
Millions of thiny,shiny
lights illuminate this town.
the air smells of snow.
Preparations for christmas
are seen in windows.
My heart feels very cold.
I am walking in this windy
town far away from home.
with hands in my pockets
in a place where i am
alone.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC