Poems

Dead end, you said.
I go on ignoring the signs.
It’s hard to see the traffic signs
when you have your heart in the clouds,
and your head up your ass.
Luckily you hadn’t had.

Look at her, man!
She walks through the world alone!
Poor thing, she must be broken.

You are the broken one, along with your mother!

Yo, but let me
gain some weight,
to have where to give you from.

I’m going back like a murderer
at the crime scene.
I’m lurking around;
I pick up your trail;
I smell your memory;
I’m waiting for you.

Sometimes, it seems to me
that I am all the people
which I meet

It’s weirdly beautiful.
I look at you,
and I see myself.
I look inside you,
and I find myself.

She has been a piece of me.
A non-essential organ for functioning,
But essential to the quality of life.

There is a point where it’s made
the peace of the world.
The point at which they meet.
The sea, the sand, the sun, and the wind.

Before I became an adult,
I had to become my own child.
To let myself play;
To stroke my hair when I make a mistake;
To not compare myself to others;
And to not scold myself too hard.

I met a man
Who didn’t want to feel anymore
He must have felt too much once
He had given himself an overdose of pain,
He had miraculously escaped,
and now he was running away from emotions like the devil from the holy water.

Imagine 2 mutes – you told me
Wanting to say how they feel
And they can not.
Howls inside them
And no one hears them.