7 04, 2017


2017-07-09T01:00:54+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I was playing Where’s Wally?, but
I didn’t like red,
I was searching for blue instead.
Don’t you get better
if you play everyday?
I was committed to practice and
sometimes I could find him.
“Look! Here! Wally behind that whaler!”
“That’s not Wally, you idiot,
that’s a sailor.
Why don’t you just let go?
What do you need blue for?”
“It’s […]

21 03, 2017

The tree

2017-07-09T01:03:10+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

If every leaf of that tree had a name
I’d have to learn them all.
The branches touching them
didn’t know what they were called.
It was stupid that I felt that way
but it was beyond control,
I’ve spent many hours of my days
under its treetop, in the cold.
During summer days
its shadow my name called
and […]

21 03, 2017


2017-07-27T18:35:05+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I’m not sure about calling it home. It was the place where I watered plants that were only growing roots, except for the poisonous one. A place of unfulfilled projects, of ideas too lazy to become anything else.
The only people I wanted to see talked to me in written words, printed […]

21 03, 2017

Before nine o’clock

2017-07-09T01:05:27+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

“I’ll have the salad,”
I said.
“That wouldn’t help,”
he said,
“colorful vegetables
wouldn’t leave a stain
in such a colorless self.”
“I guess I’ll have some tea, then.”
“That wouldn’t help either,
a cold heart can’t be warmed up
by a cup of tea
or liquor or beer.”
“Well, sell me a whole jar.”
“We don’t sell those in here,
just one cup […]

21 03, 2017

Rain dance

2017-07-09T01:06:04+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

Too bad rain can’t wash away
tears you’ve never cried.
Little drops
dripping from your hair
and running down your face,
that was the closest you’ve ever been
to crying.
The moment it occurred to you
that tears could help your eyes
get rid of that image,
it had been traveling for years
through untraceable paths
of your being.
Rain can’t rehydrate words
that […]

21 03, 2017


2017-07-09T01:06:57+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

They raised their voices
in the name of compassion
to silence words
they didn’t like enough,
paradoxical was their motto
and their flag a colorful cloth.
Slogans signaled their virtue
urgently, loud, rhythmically
as one voice.
As true as if they really meant it,
that you could almost
trust their cause.
So they grew
and became the authority,
silencing and controlling
everyday more,
each time pushing
a bit further,
until […]

Load More Posts