if something is open
it is an umbrella… as you all do and know
i can choose sundry ideas and movements
can i open it? can i break it?
in many, so many pieces
because i had, i have so many options
i choose to break it
to collect the pieces
it is more cooler for the soul and fun!
i bet tha this moment i can win
from all of you…
they are coloured, a miscellaneous of shapes
i can understand all of it
so easy to keep when falling over me
but not to forever, i know
but it is good…
i am used to it
it fills me anyway, for seconds or milleseconds
i prefer to dash it into a little fractions
as into peaces they are
but i can achieve the pain
the before pain….
it is like a commons rain
any color, any predictable movement
the touch, the invisible is raining over
i destroy the umbrella and firmly believe
I do not have other way
as addicted i am
pursuiting the rain
Do i have one chance?
such beautiful caos!
(when the poet is going away
he is the victim of your own words)
Where is the poetry?
if the poet left it
if his words have become tired
much as he is
where is the love?
who lived in letters
between a poet and author
now threatens ~ tricked in the world~
weaving precious sounds
in your ear ~ the letters dancing ~
words that can be for anyone
loose, abandoned, there
rest your heart ~listening~
but the bard, the minstrel
had gone away
the words, the ballet
make sense just for him
and you pour tears
to enchanted more and more
so where the poet ~is~?
crumpled sheet paper on the ground
careless steps and sadness
of one more unfinished poem
But not in your heart
i was thinking like poetry can be more than all. More than you, me, more than a pleasurable book. How poetry has changed me and make me a better person. A beautiful person. More confident , more sensual and open to life. I have no more fears. I left them behind.Its logical that i suffer still but when pains comes i always have your words my words and all poetry on the world.
Is a New World for me. Not so new, because dwells on me since i was born.That madness by the letters and rhymes. I recognize that feelings. Feel that my whole life. Just needed a push. A endless push. That keeps going and dragging me. Thanks God!
I have improving myself. Each tears i drop. Each disappointing i have. Each ache that touch my heart. I am better. I am stronger. I am a Learning Fast Poetess
.All my life i learned so many things.and fast!. For what? Talk many languages, or write very well or be the first on each prove that i have to do?
For What?? Be the best with a solitaire heart? That nobody could reach?
No, not anymore!
I have one love, yes. Bigger than other love that i had. So fall in love for me like me to him, So welcome and warm like a kiss of a man. I have poetry. She dry my tears, comfort me in bad moments and is true to me all the time. Forgive my sins and make strong!
then to whom should I thank?