Love?
Love has damaged me and I don't know if that's a bad thing. I have been burned and betrayed in love so many times that it has made me reconsider the definition of that deceptively simple term. But in having been damaged by love, I have realized that what I may have thought of as love was not in fact that but a cheap simulacrum. And knowing this, I will know in the future when truly I have found love.
Infinite Colour
Close your eyes.
Paint me miles away from here in infinite colour.
No shadow; immortalise me as I am.
Let me run free on the canvas, and I will question everything I ever took for granted.
Add a super power, and make me invisible so only you know it's me.
On my journey, help me not to fall into fantasy.
...and if you want to choose a season let it be winter, and let summer in my eyes forever.
You will see me fighting with all my fears, so paint a brave face to scare all my demons.
You will be the only one who knows how lost I am inside.
Be kind, and let me grow...
More dark green to color my silence.
Is that rain? No, dont cry - we are all mortal here.
There is no forever, only our connections will float in to the atmosphere
I don't want clouds above me, all I need is a circle falling in love with a square
Instead of the sun paint a big yellow triangle with a black one within.
Reach the depth of my being where you exist only as conscience – free from human inhibition.
Now smile… and when you open your eyes you’ll be more pure than my imagination could ever allow.
April 6, 2016 / Flow
Hungry Wolves
You´re going to hate this but the truth is that I am a creep in an imaginary tower
and you can´t even pass through the dark forest of my thoughts.
This imaginary stupid tower and those cold nights, the forest...made me the
person I am today. I survived the days when I didn´t want to even be alive.
And now please stop telling me about your superficial life..and how terrorized and flattened you are by trivialities, and how you are eaten up by nothing.
My wolves are getting hungry.
Perception
You're sure roses are red?
That's just one point of view
Because what I see as ruby
Looks emerald to you
What you might call green
In it's variable hues
All looks the same
Until it strays toward blues
To cries of 'misrepresentation!
Flowers labelled askew!'
Well, to me there's no difference
Between violet and blue.
I've learned to adapt
I do fine, I make do
But I don't believe all that I see
To be true.
Save yourself.
We are all just humans, high on the idea that mediocre love, only love, can heal us. But how about strong connections between us?
How about another human dimension? How about we dig deeper than this?
How about getting real? This is the only way we can heal our brokenness.
There are too many mediocre things in life; What we create between us shouldn´t be one of them. I believe that there is something better, something stronger inside.
The Song of the Earth
Hush, my child
go to sleep
Hush, my pet
please don't weep
Hush, sister
papa's deep asleep.
We're chasing silence
every day
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀why, you say
so that we may
in peace lay
and rest, not play.
But silence doesn't exist
since the big boom
the sun kissed
our sleeping Earth
and chased the gloom
from our midst.
"Om"
the sound
that shattered
the silence
of which
there is
nevermore.
So when you put
a finger to your lips
think about the moment
that shattered the silence
and love the sounds
that bring the Earth
to life
find peace
in the crickets
⠀in the children's play
⠀⠀in the river
⠀in the rustling wind
in the falling leaves
and learn to sleep
in the song
of the Earth.
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