there’s people who claim to understand
These people will never do
even if I set myself to explain
I’ve decided now
there is no use in wasting my words
I hope to find a soul some day
one which comes already knowing
for us to set ourselves together
to the posing of a hundred questions more
we will already have an edge
and if we end together we will have won
When one starts to assign
the sound of voices
to words, to phrases
that cannot be heard
but only read
then is when
one starts to fall
or at least
when I start to fall
and I think you will not catch me
therefore I fear what’s happening
I fear the sound of your voice
I mean
the mental recreation of your voice
but how beautiful it is!
Home is not places, it is love
what happens then,
when we have lack of such.
Are we taken to a shelter?
Am I going to be taken to a shelter?
Where is this shelter?
If home is not places,
If home is love,
have I been homeless without knowing?
Will I ever know I’ve arrived home?
it was a storm, the way all of those possible reactions twirled around his head. He picked the worst, though he had no way of knowing back then. There is no way for him to know until the end. Now, when the expected resolution is not there; how do you tell someone he’s been playing a solitary game which no longer has a possible solution?
Have you wondered
where they hide
all the darkness
that allow
their smiles to shine
the way they shine
since their smiles shine
as bright as stars,
and stars can be seen
only when it’s dark?
Have you wondered where they hide?
I see her every day
as the first time I got to see her,
hence my incapacity to fall for her;
our relationship lacks depth.
She was crying out for ears to hear her
She was crying out for arms to embrace her
She was crying and I was drowning, helpless
I asked her to save me, but she couldn’t hear
she was not able to hear me.
you don’t have to worry
Flowers have been drawn
on the edges of your dreams
and they’ll remain coloured
for as long as I live
In my life
someone to whom
I could text
good morning
good night
who do I need
to ask
for someone
in my life?
(Source: iwillsparethedetails, via jordandrobson)
They could have fallen for one another, but Instead of noticing each other’s presence, they were both texting.
A hand.
There was a hand
on top of my hand;
of that I am sure.
Fingers.
Fingers that glided
along my arm;
I felt them once.
They stopped
on my right shoulder.
My right shoulder
was touched with love;
of that I’m sure.
Across my back
it made my neck turn
how those fingers glided
with grace and clear intentions;
they made me look.
They made me stand.
I followed, and how
they allured me to follow!
though I wonder now
where it is that I am.
There was a hand
It was leading me
And I was following
It took me here
where am I now?
What do we measure love to?
How to say no one will love you like I do?
How to feel deep within an unclear concept?
How to live life with such love as the only prospect?
Let her go
let her go
she’s a ghost
already
let her be
let her free
let her taste
reality
Let her go back
Let her go find
what she lost
is outside
If she comes back
if she comes back
welcome her
with opened arms
tears are
unlike ink
on paper
useless
they won’t
let words be
therefore
the tears cried
the words written
are useless tonight
because
they can’t be seen
I guess that
what I’m saying is
do not expect
to read from me