7 04, 2017

Delusions

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 […]

29 03, 2017

How to change the past

2017-07-09T01:20:50+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

When a memory claims your attention, you exchange a few words and ideas.
Sometimes after that, it’ll go back to sleep but in a different position. Other times though, it’ll visit you again and again, indifferent towards your annoyance and will make its case until you listen.
Memories. Not trusty recordings of […]

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

Home

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

Homesick thoughts

2017-07-28T01:25:03+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed in bed with my eyes closed for a while, trying to get back to sleep. It was about five in the morning when I gave up and jumped out of bed.
The summer had been officially over for two weeks. […]

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

Authoritarians

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 […]

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