Lost.
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?
Why?
I can cry, but
I choose not to
shed my tears
into a world
that could get them
frozen.
I can cry, but
it is raining
in your world
my tears would mean
nothing.
The saddest realisation of the day
It is a fact
I have no recollections
about the first sunset I witnessed
I have no memories at all
That’s my waste today
waiting for your delicate touch
to violently undress it
Love’s suicide.
Love
love took a gun
and put it against its head
How clever! love was killing itself
it pulled the trigger and then I could see
its brains and its blood spread across the wall
and I did not cry, I did not feel for it
because love had taken the gun
because it pulled the trigger
and it did it all itself
I was just a
witness
I want to let you know
I want to write about you
I want to write about tonight
I want to write about the orange juice
the one that you were drinking
and how its taste translated into our kisses
I want to write about us
I want to write about dinner
I want to write about the pizza topping
the one that I chose
and how I hope you liked it at least a little bit
I want to write about you and me
I want to write about our goodbye
I want to write about the moments we shared
from the picking-you-up to the dropping-you-at-home
and how I enjoyed every second we spent together
I want to write about me
I want to write about how I feel
I want to write about my thoughts
the ones that you reign on
and how it is easier for me to write them here
Queen of my heart.
Get me to be on your mind all the time,
and I’ll find you home on my heart’s land.
It’s a vast territory, I hope you don’t mind.
Its wilderness scares, but I know you’ll be fine.
Across my heart’s oceans you won’t sail alone.
The wind I’ll blow to guide you home.
The sun I’ll shine to let you see .
Some clouds on the sky, sun won’t burn your skin.
My wilderness scares, but I know you’ll be fine.
Queen of vast territory, I know you don’t mind.
A one-man-army will allow you to survive.
Once you hit land war will arise.
But you’ll be fine
Your one-man-army will help you survive
We remain strangers.
Across the sky
it seems
like
all of those stars
are there
together
but truth be told
they’re not
close
they don’t even know
each other
like us
they remain strangers
My words
I had forgotten
how words are to kiss my mouth first
as I pronounce them
they shall my lips caress
I had forgotten
how words are supposed to please me first
they shall travel my body
and touch every nerve
after their empowerment
and only then
they’ll travel
with a message worth to be shared.
The longing of my voice.
My voice will travel along the wind
which is blowing from north to south.
and it’ll go knocking softly on every door
until it finds you home.
it might go as a high pitch
extremely excited for the looking of you,
though it might shift to a lower one
when it gets tired of the not finding you.
Be kind and be home
Be strong and endure the lonely days.
I want you to be there
when my voice knocks on the right place.
It might have gone tired, for it’ll have been travelling
along the wind from north to south.
and it wil have been knocking on every door
hoping to find you home.
I Hope it finds you home.
The smell when grinding coffee beans.
what is that smell?
it’s…
I do not know
how to explain,
but I love
how it smells.
It reminds me
of mornings
when mornings
were…
I don’t know
how to describe them.
but I loved them.
they remind me
of you,
and this smell
takes me back
to when we were
together.
Coffee
I just need
6 oz. to live
to keep on breathing
the air I’ve been given
to keep hanging ‘til the end
even if light walks away
even if your company
decides not to stay
the liquid I’m drinking
kills the thirst my heart’s feeling
it sets the sun to rise again
My land an inspiration.
My land met the sky,
mountains as hands,
the trying of a grasping;
the magnitude of sky,
my land wants.
If My land is trying,
why on earth
shouldn’t I do the same?
If it can look for better,
I shall prove it can be done.
Souvenir-flavoured Cupcakes.
The chairs
lined up
as they
usually were.
The plates
set up
as they
once were.
Any attempt
to remember
those who parted,
I believe is wrong.
They’re not here
for a reason.
I never led them
to the door.
How come, now,
they think
they can come back.
Why is it
they believe
doors haven’t been closed?
is it that obvious
I need someone in my life?
Do they think
a favour they’re doing to me?
Well the doors
that set me
from the outside
they’re chained, locked
plus the key’s been lost.
So take your basket
of souvenir-flavoured cupcakes
to someone else’s porch.
The dreamer.
A dream started to posses each thought this dreamer had. It started gently, exactly how the breeze introducing autumn starts, stroking with care the already mature leaves hanging from the oak trees. Then, it unleashed as it does, the first blizzard of winter; leaving no trace of life behind. That dream consumed him, everyone around him noticed. Little did he know that in the seasons conquering his heart, spring was up next.
