When ghosts of the past emerge ones that you buried, demons , dark matter and others of the same kind from deep within as if just waiting for the right temperature or situation to bloom and take over, like a disease hidden deep under ice for centuries it begins to gnaw at every piece of… Continue reading (dont)tremble
Give me wordsdirect and plainpiercing through this heart,to its deepest corners Not rhymes,not attractionBut words that speak from gradual and slow observationfrom experience and faith Give me words,that mean somethingnot just anythingnot the blurting out of intellectbut one of actual deliberation and thought. Give me words,that satisfy this heartwhile it yearns to find the right… Continue reading Words.
let the silent night inlet it whisper its secrets to youas the moon settles high aboveand trees fizzle down from dancing to the winds of the evening ; let stillness settleand hear what it has to saylet your deepest yearnings surfacelet things be clear and stilllike a full moon nightlet them inlet them whisperwhat you… Continue reading the rest is a trance, but you are not.
As all the alcohol settles inenter the pleasant feeling of a buzzall the noise and chatterengaging funSomething weird ; like a beep in the ear:Ignore it You play a few games and it feels swell to be thereaway from the pain and clamourfrom what actually mattersSoak in the wetness of that worldas I learn to… Continue reading Poles apart
Parched lands, Dry ,dusty, rustyFlowing and resting to the whims of the windin summer But when rain - drops on parched lands, they come to lifelike a chemical reaction of sortsa burst of energysmelling pleasantgiving life to a million others In a few days the rains go backand the lands are back to their depths… Continue reading Parched
It's difficult to say what happenswhen the volume's turned downand the curtains closedbehind dark roomsspecifically kept silentto invite less life? I guess so. A fly flies past you birds chirplizards bickerwinds turnleaves danceclouds hover moonlight descendsAll of a sudden, everything is aliveall that is inside breathes unlike ever before, in the pulse of the birdsthe… Continue reading Alive
You were once a person and now you're just a muse, that helps me to write and I keep dishing them out poem after poem and in a world without inspiration, without belief you slowly become the only reason for me to write and I will write ; as faithfully as I loved you, when… Continue reading Muses and lovers.
When will it come to be? the time where you play with me like we used to small, innocent games that formed a part of us I sit here and wait in the evenings with my toythings like a child aged 25 a small part of me that was still a child slowly fades as… Continue reading play things from decade old memories
Its a wonder how the heart learns to be okay with everything all the things that so disgusted you as a child, are fine now really what's more you are a part of it now, you've absorbed it all, year on year into that skin of yours it seeps at night and simmers down in… Continue reading Iron lung
how stupid can one's heart get?Smelling rain on the soil, in mid summerwhen the rains are too far to come backexpecting little droplets to sizzle again on your face,Or ride through a stormy, windy eveningWith water bullets striking youmaking you feel alive How stupid can one's heart getTo expect something ,that is not going to… Continue reading show me how stupid you can get