I see the future,
it’s empty.
And I can draw on it
whatever I desire.
I don’t feel my heart beating.
It’s so quiet.
Resting in me
like a baby deeply asleep
I can feel its breath,
warm and almost whispering.
I can hear that it’s dreaming
of the empty future.
I can see it smile.
Like a baby,
my heart dreams with shuteyes
and dreams
and dreams
in absolute silence.
He said
that I am not of this world.
That above the surface
there is no place for my dreams
for all is cluttered in the busy-ness of life.
He said that I should dive in and breathe deeply
deep, below the line.
There, there is no air, there is no water,
just a silent heart.
It’s beckoning me to go inside.
I sink in quietness as it invites me
to walk and find the path
where I will never run out of breath,
where I will never crave in thirst for rain
as long as I stay inside and hold to its kindness
as I reach and touch everything that is transparent
and invisible to my eyes.
So he said.
There is no surface
nor underneath
and
I
am
not
falling.
The mountains and the oceans,
they all live in me.
I can see them rise
and hold storms.
In the midst of chaos,
they make my voice.
And I speak of no fear.
For I am the midst,
the centre of all that surrounds me
from within.
How many times did I not feel the strength of my muscles,
nor felt the posture of my bones?
How many times did I not feel and fell in silence,
forgetting to hear its voice?
How many times my love for you was shouting,
screaming to be heard and touched?
How many times my love for you was shouting,
screaming to be heard and touched?
[[[[[ This imprisoned silence never felt so bloody LOUD ]]]]]
I screamed, eyes wide open.
The nightmare had just escaped.
And he held me:
Ssshhh sssshhh ssshhh
“It’s only a bad dream”. He said.
I believed him.
But I could not go back to sleep.
He spoke to me every night after.
He said bedtime stories
were the best remedy for bad dreams.
He read for me, he told me white lies.
And I was never cold in my sleep.
Today even the furthest unknown
seems to make sense.
I like the feel of the wet grass
against my bare soles
as I walk
without direction.
They say that if you draw anything,
your heart will bring it to life
So I drew, and drew
and hoped and hoped.
I see shapes I can’t describe
for these words aren't still invented.
They belong to another language
but yet, they don’t speak.
And I hum.
And they bend.
Just like the shape I thought of
when I was humming.
when I was humming.
You see?
Today is not on the calendar.
You could be 100 years, or 1 year-old.
In any case, still a lot to love and live.
What would you do if a child gave you a rock and asked you to tell a story?
The flowers in the vase are fading,
but I can still smell them,
wishing I never had to bin them farewell
Someone once told me
that I was too tragic.
That I should never cry
when beauty abandons life
because something else
will come its in place.
And that I might adore dearly it too
One of my friend's usual quotes:
“You never know, it might be a blessing in disguise”
“You never know, it might be a blessing in disguise”
And I thought it was SO spiritual to say so.
You want sex.
I want to hug.
Let's see what happens later
when the hug develops.
But you just don't get it.
I like to feel sober.
I like to feel high.
It doesn’t make much of a difference to me.
My head is always flying.
If I would speak to the shrink just now
he would say that I am “in that state”
because I cannot stop writing poems.
“Many famous artists are just like you, it’s part of your disorder”
Thank you and FUCK OFF.
My friend said her 8-year old is a dreamer.
And I said he might be an artist.
She said she doesn’t mind if he just makes it
to the next school year
as long as he’s happy.
Don't forgive me.
I know I go on and on and on
but there must be some sense about it.
Even when you ask me to stop
I will continue and by no means
will take that stupid pill.
will take that stupid pill.
He must be asleep.
I promised I would be in bed soon
and that was a while ago.
Now I have to write
my own bed-time story:
“He was angry at the sight of the empty pillow
and she knew that, sooner or later,
she will have to leave him for good”.
“and they did not live happily ever after”
To her relief.
To her relief.
Now, read this words:
Do I make sense to you?
Now, speak to me FOR REAL.
Forget I am not here
and give me a fucking honest answer.
I am going to pretend
that your words traveled
through a sound wave
unknown to my ears.
But I’ll listen,
and say nothing in return.
Like a ventriloquist
I imagine I speak through someone else.
Let's say, you (yes, you).
Let's say, you (yes, you).
And I hear my own voice
coming out of some wooden doll
with jaws always, always smiling.
You laugh, and your nose grows long
but I don’t think it’s funny.
At all.
At all.
I wish I were me.
And most of the time
when I wish I were me
I am the nicest person
I’ve ever met.
When I see a dot,
I don’t see a spot.
I see everything around it,
expanding.
And sometimes I cry hard.
And sometimes I laugh out loud.
And sometimes I want justice.
And sometimes I am ready to die for you.
And sometimes I am ready to die for you.
And sometimes I wish it was just a spot.
And that I could see it just for what it is:
deceptive and self-contained.
deceptive and self-contained.
Once I wrote:
“I feel too much.”
“I am too much”.
“who wants that much?”
You embrace me
and you say that I am beautiful.
And I, naively,
believe you.
believe you.
Again.
You see?
It doesn’t take that much
to be in silence.
And write, and write
and write
frantically.
(I wonder what the shrink would say)
Am I talented?
According to you what is talent?
And in your version,
Does it mean any courage?
And you, are you talented?
Yes, yes, I will listen.
Someone like you could just reveal
all that I did not know before
which I knew would leave me in awe,
gasping for more.
Only if someone like you ever told me
that I would meet you one day.
You see my love,
sometimes heart and mind
seem to bear no difference.
In those moments,
there are more revelations
than questions
And after all that,
you are still here.
you are still here.
And I won’t leave
until I finally find you
in my love, in your truth.
in my love, in your truth.
