Thank You
15 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in Love
I have had my share of disappointments;
From the lies and cheats and heartbreaks.
Pieces of my heart crumbling off,
Waiting for the one brave enough to follow the pieces back to me.
When suddenly you walked in, blinding me with your light.
And as I looked at you getting closer to me,
You picked up every single piece without taking your eyes off me
And gave me back my heart as a whole.
Every time I look out the window, watching the sun set over the sea,
I can’t help but think that the only thing missing is you.
You are always on my mind, wishing you were here,
Taking every step with me, taking it all with you by my side.
You told me once that you’re trying to juggle everything in your life,
But the balls always seem to be falling and the only one you refuse to drop
Is the one with my name on.
You made me believe in myself again.
You helped me see the beauty in everything in the everyday life.
You taught me patience as I wait for you every time to come back to me.
You showed me the true meaning of loving, adoring, wanting,
Needing, seeing, knowing, missing a person.
And for that I owe you everything.
Thank you, baby.
Little Mermaid
05 Jun 2011 4 Comments
I was lying down on the smooth immense rock. For such a tiring and difficult walk there surely was a welcoming prize at the end. The way this small island was full of trees, an emerald forest, and it had beautiful beaches, heavenly turquoise. It was unbelievable. The tips of the trees were forced to point the direction of the breeze that took them. I let the gentle wind take my hair with it, I let the sun blind my eyes, and I let the splashing waves trickle down to my feet. At that moment I knew I would never forget this scene of my life.
The salty water on my body was evaporating leaving the salts behind on my skin; making it dry. I could feel the burning sun’s rays touching my body, tanning my body. The way the waves were hitting this rock, ferociously, was like there was a little argument going on between them making the world around them wonder what it is. I was sitting there on the rock looking out to the horizon dreaming for someday to reach it, I could feel this sensation inside me telling me how lucky I was to be there, that if anybody saw me they would think I was a mermaid, telling me to not ruin this moment; not to leave, to stay.
The distinctive sound that the cicadas were making, as always, broke the silence. Hiding in the trees, out of the vision of the human eye. Irritating any human being that could hear them, but for me the sound was reassuring. Reminding me that it’s actually summer. I felt content. I concentrated, trying to recognize the sounds beneath me. They were of pebbles and shells, swishing to and fro on the shore. They sounded like gems and precious coins that were being gently swayed in their tin cast; lost and forgotten by their beholders.
I started to notice that the atmosphere around me was becoming humid, almost unbearable. The sun, that burning golden sphere above me was making my throat dry, dying of thirst, not daring to move to get a drink. I wanted to jump into the turquoise sea, to get rid of the sweat that was stuck on my body, but I was hesitant thinking that if I moved these moments would come to an end.
As my thoughts drifted, I couldn’t help but give in to my childish imagination; I was a little mermaid, who after a long day came to rest on this heavenly rock, which was higher than any other, as if it was the centre seat for the view of the horizon. I no longer had feet, but a magical, long, lustrous tail.
After my meditation with Mother Nature had come to an end, I found my instincts and my body slowly give in to the calling. I let the sea embrace me, I let the water cool me, I let my worries drift away…
Dark Tunnel
07 May 2011 Leave a Comment
I knew I was there for way too long.
It was too dark in the tunnel.
Sometimes I would walk forwards,
Sometimes I would walk backwards,
And sometimes I just wouldn’t move.
I knew I was there for way too long.
The darkness had taken over me.
It sunk into me…
In my veins, my soul, my heart, my mind.
Black blood.
I knew I was there for way too long.
I knew it, but couldn’t do anything about it.
Or wouldn’t, I’m not sure.
I knew my heart was beating, but I couldn’t feel it…
Until I did.
I knew I was there for way too long.
And I suddenly felt it; it was like an injection of light.
I realised what I had to do;
I just had to open my eyes.
So I opened my eyes and run to the light.
I was there for way too long.
But now I’m out.
My Moon River
31 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
Rain, rain you’ve come again.
Have you come to cleanse me from the pain?
You’re little droplets aren’t enough,
You need to change yourself.
Become a sea, an ocean, the never-ending flowing river,
Become the river as beautiful as silver.
Let me drown myself in your flow,
And when my friendly moon joins me, help it glow.
In you, my moon river, my screams will disappear.
Don’t let them come back like my fear.
Let me transform and forget how all of this begun,
Help me transform like you have done.
The Puppet Master
18 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
Controlling her every move.
There’s nowhere for her to hide,
She’s twisted by her strings… nearly chocking her,
Until you come along and untangle her.
They enjoy and marvel at your show,
Praising you since you’re the greatest puppet master.
With your hands you pull her strings,
Making her dance to entertain them,
Showing them what they want to see, pleasing them.
But then she’s left in her corner tangled again.
That’s how it’s been since she was created.
She can’t remember a different time,
But she knows… she wants to believe
That things can be different.
Controlling her every thought.
All she has ever wanted was to pull out the strings,
Step away from this mess and walk away.
The only thought you never knew
And will never be able to control.
I’m Tired.
06 Mar 2011 3 Comments
in Love
Loving you has been the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done.
Why is it that every time I find some trace of beauty,
You reach in and rip out the pages I’ve been reading?
Why is it that when I tried to find them again you went and burned the pages?
What are you so scared of? Why can’t you see that,
My ripped pages and yours fit together perfectly?
I reach out to give you my hand,
But you prefer to just stand next to me.
You preferred to live in your own little Neverland, when I decided to grow up.
You laugh and play for us, while I work and cry for us.
But in the long run we are doing the same thing…
Hiding behind something that isn’t true.
You want me but not so close.
You need me but refuse when I offer to help.
You touch me but not how you really want to.
You know me but not the way I want you to.
You look at me but you just see right through me.
You miss me when I’m not around but you don’t want me to know.
You love me but not the way I love you.
I’m Pressing Mute
02 Feb 2011 1 Comment
I was never much of a talker.
Surrounded by grown ups since I was young,
There was no need for me to speak.
I was always much of a listener.
People liked me because I let them speak,
There was always someone who needed to be heard.
I’m now writing this because it’s what I do.
I’m not used to speaking,
So I write what I hear and what I want to say.
You say it’s a weakness that I don’t speak up.
But maybe you gave me a reason to believe,
That there was no point because you wouldn’t hear me.
The one time I tried to speak up,
My world was turned upside down.
So I shall never speak again…
Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy my silence.
It’s Us Against Time.
31 Jan 2011 4 Comments
in Love
Do you remember when we were young you gave me a bracelet?
Do you know i still wear it? I’ve been wearing it ever since.
It’s been eight years, i refuse to stop doing so.
It reminds me of what we had…
Even if it was young love or some kind of love fling.
They say that Time is an illusion.
But what is Time really?
Because for me it has proven itself to be as real as it can be.
It’s a minute, an hour, a month, a year.
It’s Time’s fault that has kept us apart for so long.
It’s Time’s fault that it’s a 6 hour drive between us.
It’s Time’s fault that the last time i saw you was nearly 4 years ago.
It’s Time’s fault that we only had an hour to spare.
Do you remember when you told me that you wanted the whole world to know you loved me?
Do you know i still love you? I just wanted one more minute with you.
It’s been so long, but i refuse to stop loving you.
I can’t help but wonder…
All i do is wonder if you still love me or if it was just another love fling for you.
If we were given one more minute with the hour we had,
I’m sure things would be different now.
What did we ever do to Time so it wont let us be together?
I can’t help but wonder…
Will we ever keep our promises and see each other again?
Will we ever have that one minute that was stolen from us?
Will we ever have that future, no matter how small, we deserve?
Three Different Photos.
27 Jan 2011 2 Comments
In the first photo there’s a little girl.
She’s probably around ten years old.
She looks like she’s ready for anything,
Like she can take on the world.
So brave and yet so ignorant of what’s to come,
But that doesn’t scare her.
You can see the wisdom in her eyes,
And from her smile she radiates so much energy.
In the other photo there’s another girl.
She’s older, maybe fifteen years old.
She looks like she’s having fun.
She looks she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Filled with positive energy,
And getting whatever she wants.
She looks so happy and yet so confused,
But that doesn’t seem to bother her.
In the last photo, this girl is nineteen years old.
She looks so confused and scared to take the next step.
She’s smiling but I’m sure it’s a fake one.
It looks like she’s trying to say something.
It looks like she’s waiting for someone to say something,
Anything to give her some encouragement.
From what I can see, she’ll let time decide her fate.
She’s hopeful.
Oh, wait… They can’t be different girls.
I think they’re the same one.
