You never said a word,
or even shed a tear
when we two parted for eternity.
You wanted to be strong
and never to give in.
Not even when you now are falling,
falling.
But I am falling too, into myself
and I doubt, fear and fool my heart.
Was this step mine to take
or did I leave you with nothing,
just what never was?
A hollow question, without a simple answer.
Turn your back on me,
I pray you do,
for your smile hurts even more.
Saturday, 3 September 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
A question
Why does it hurt when flowers spring into bloom?
Why does it hurt to open up, leave your soul on show?
The sting that bleeds, drop by drop
your life runs out of...
life?
what is a life....?
ask yourself, and feel the sting yourself
Why does it hurt to open up, leave your soul on show?
The sting that bleeds, drop by drop
your life runs out of...
life?
what is a life....?
ask yourself, and feel the sting yourself
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Unbalanced
The scale of life is out of balance...
no challenge posed,
and I'm "dead"...
I exist through flame,
through me,
through who I am,
and maybe was.
Do you see?
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Recognition
You hold my heart
and bring me peace
of mind,
of soul.
Flowers of the present blooms,
despite the devastating cold,
without the sting
of yesterday.
Breath,
inhale
exhale
and dream.
Fingertips meet,
recognize
and part themselves,
just to seek again.
One heartbeat
and then...
your answer
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Beat ye drums
You hear the drums in the distance,
whirring, rumbling.
"Don't you come here" you pray
silent,
and cross every nerve
of your entire being,
like a reassuring gesture
on your own.
They still beat, beat
louder every time.
Air vibrate, shiver
unstoppable force.
Soon they will be here
with all their strenght
and terrible glory.
Ye be warned!
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Transform
Sitting by the window
waiting
dreaming
planning
a life beyond its limits
The soft rain turns into a storm,
a fight of mind and heart.
No winner can be chosen
in the fierce battle of life.
Everlasting seconds,
almost stopping,
but defies its scrupulous plan.
Reflect yourself in the deepest pond
of memories
and breath...
Friday, 8 October 2010
Transparent
Writing on the glass,
inverted,
helpless.
Fades away,
clinging to a reality you never knew.
The marked in the heart and soul,
missing pieces in a deformed image.
Past and future
joint together in the moment.
A deadly marriage.
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