And here it happens again. After a lot of heated love-giving that had been going on around here, I completely neglected my relationship with my blog (and my only creative outlet for the time being) because I took it for granted and wanted to have some fun around. In fact, I neglected it almost as… Continue reading Jazz Bands and Pole Fitness
Nosotros somos como el cielo y el mar. Si veas en el horizonte Hay una línea fina donde se besan indefinidamente Pero en realidad Nunca ni se tocan. Somos la misma color de azul Vive y se mueve en acuerdo con el tiempo Pero somos hechos de materiales diferentes Uno crece con los manos hacia el sol… Continue reading Sin mejores palabras
One day I’m gonna leave you So completely; So genuinely, Altogether, That I’ll even be gone on the photographs Where we are together – Those you longingly look at When you are sure no one is watching. I learnt to leave places, people, To fill myself with the unseen, Unknown. And emptiness is a light luggage… Continue reading You Taught Me How To Leave
Seems as if I am numb. As the wounds have started healing, I am left with no ink to write on old parchment, No tears to stain the written words, And no cuts left for me to lick the blood off. Seemed as if I would only hurt. As days have passed and gone by,… Continue reading Your Truth And Nothing But
I want to have you endlessly Feel you like the first sip of coffee in the morning Have you warm me up inside Drinking inch by inch of my torn-apart skin. I want you to have me regardless Of all my insecurities and all my scars Watch them heal one by one As you kiss… Continue reading Desire
i. As a boomerang, spinning, back to its source
Different in looks, your manners were coarse
You stripped your shirt off and all I could see
A hole in your chest where your “S” sign used to be.
ii. Where was my Superman, my avenger, my part?
Where was the man that taught me how to love?
Where was the boy I held dearly in my arms?
Where was his wit, the smile, and his charms?
iii. For too long I was seeing a saviour in you
Someone who knew all my demons were true
Someone who fought, with nails and blood
Someone who dragged me alive through the mud.
(But that is all gone, all too soon.)
iv. Sometimes it’s nothing loud and screaming
It is solely the realisation that what I was believing
Was only something I really wanted to see
A hero in a little boy that is more afraid than me.
Continue reading “Your Leaving: Stages of Grief (4/5) [hero-less]”
A glass figure shattered in million pieces
With a warning written in the creases:
‘Fragile, handle with care’.
That why a touch should not have dared
With unsure of hearts
And slippery hands. Continue reading “Your Touch: The Last Time I Held You”