Metal Rain

I wake up in the morning with a bitter taste in my mouth, every day we start over again every day is the same. I put on the clothes you left for me, I eat the breakfast you made me, you send me off with a smile, mother, to the

Rope That Separated Us

Look at this rope lying on the grass so innocent and simple I see it as a six, you see it as a nine. Take the end and pull it as hard as you can, we're pulling it together while destroying the grass beneath us. You for your

Merry Funeral

Tomorrow comes the day I've been waiting for like the last one. I look at the horizon and see the Sun rising while the light inside me slowly fades. Today I stop being a child, today you take the dolls out of my hands, you dress me in

Creature

What is it about you That you hate the most, What is deep inside you The fruit of your sins? You are my whole world, All that I see, You are my life, You are my tomb. Something cold has entered my world, I feel it under my feet, I

Lake Of Sorrow

I am standing beside of a lake So big and deep, Its beautiful depths have not been explored Because its surface is dirty. So polluted and sad Nothing wants to live in it Not a single fish, Not a single amphibian. I threw a stone Into the lake of sorrow

Now the world costs less than you think

And that is to say all things are accessible which were not earlier when we were kids growing up. You can order food, clothes and plants, buy homes or farms at the comfort of your home. But the value of resources is degrading each day, wars and infighting declining what

This Fall

I want to decorate my balcony in hues of sunset shades and paint my room delicately bright and bold and plant a few marigolds in the backyard as the sunshine unfolds and the leaves outside grow brown and old. I want to fall in love in October with October of

Not Something I'm looking for

I indulge myself in morning meditations. A few warblers as tiny as my index finger sing continuously twirling behind one another, flitting from one branch to the next. My balcony is what they find next, their song feels like music to my ears. There are a few other birds as

Home

Wanting a life like poetry in motion, Devotion pouring out of my heart like honey dripping down your eyes. The desire to move to a place where birds roam free, where I feel like an outsider more than an insider who belongs, trying to find a home while knowing surely

Dear Mother

Death is before us, we see it in our eyes the injustice we feel, the fear we fear, stands ahead of us. Those behind us call us forward with one scream in hundreds of voices marching on the path of death. Look ahead and remember what you are leaving behind

Kids' Poem

Through this window

Fear puts me to bed at night, I awake and I see the light, The sun is beaming on me and I remember the world is bigger than i think, Helping me forget my insecurites. There is so much I can do! I can sail the sea, I can swim

English

Unfinished Forever

Grief found me before I could name it, and now I see it in everything, everywhere, all the time the unwritten letters I never sent, windows I left unopened despite the wind calling my name, the roads I refuse to take because they all lead back to you. In the