Poems and Thoughts

Outside the weather is singing. The smells are colorful bright. The earth is a cool catching light. Inside my soul is screaming. The weather is dark without any direction, not wanting to call, see, sing, or feel any reflection. The surrounding air is surreal. Restless. Longing for a place of belonging. Windows are open, but…

Let’s not talk, let’s be cool I walk and I am a fool When they talk, I walk When they don’t I stay, I don’t like being their pray I do not feel alone, I feel more love than ever, Now, walking away from my pride I feel more clever and known. But still, I…

I want to blow myself a bubble, and fly away, But I can’t.  If I get too high, the distance from the ground will be huge.  I cannot trust anybody else with the soap, because they will try to make me stay. It will take too long to explain how, but I wish could describe this recipe. Would…

Ther is this little thing that I cannot cut, It is annoying me. It is there. Why is this so difficult and how can I hold myself for stopping, because as soon as I stop. I am lost. I stop seeing the goal and I stop seeing the present. I am flying in the middle…

The sound is filling up my view and there is nothing I can do to change the song in my mind I recognize everything, ‘cause everything is mine. But the feeling is far behind. I am lost in the place trying to find what it was before. I am lost in my home because it…

I don’t know if I am looking through a window, I am not sure if I can see myself saying goodbye. Is that what I want reflected in my own eye? Your face is written in the sky of my mind, I cannot see if it is a reflection or a memory Does it even…

I just keep on walking to places to find, there where I stood a while ago. I’m looking back at decisions I made. I try to see myself standing there and see what I must have thought. I am trying to make myself see where it had me brought. I question. I stop. I stand.…

There are too many things going on and they are stuck. They don`t want to go out, and somehow I want them to.  I want them to flow, I don’t want them to stop. I want to follow every drop, reaching the ground that seems so far away. Instead I keep on flying, not able…

Even if, real and replied there is now future to rely on. Even if, you mean what I dreamt, there is no goal to reach for. Even if, here and now, there will be distance soon enough. Even if, dreaming stops, imagination did not make the conversation. Even if, not replied but real, the truth…

It feels like there is some part missing, but actually there is not. There was a whole lot more to fill up the bottle, and the tap never seemed to stop. With way to much energy to feel any bumbs on the road, there did not seem a way to lose speed, no need to…