Poems
~Sakura~The Cherry Blossoms~
Ah, the cherry blossom flowers.
So beautiful in their serenity.
Their delicate petals flutter softly,
And when the wind steals them away,
They take off in a gentle dance across the sky.
The view is magnificent, unique in its brilliance.
It steals my breath away, it leaves me in an awe.
Isn't it amazing?
How something so small and fragile
Can have this much impact?
How it can carry such pure charm and beauty?
Ah, the cherry blossom flowers.
I let myself be mesmerized once more.
~ A bouquet of colours ~
Purple is the colour of my favourite blouse.
Purple are the walls of my beloved house.
Green is the colour of my favourite glass.
Green it truly was, until it broke, alas.
Yellow is the colour of the hoodie I wear.
I love all the rest just as much, I swear!
Orange is the colour of a unique sky.
Orange is a red at heart, but very shy.
Red is the colour of the fire in my soul.
If not careful, the flames could swallow me whole.
~ A game of lies ~
Hiding my true feelings
Is like putting a mask on
And pretending I'm somebody else.
Fake.
If I manage to destroy what does not die,
The feelings will rise up from the ashes
Like a phoenix.
Impossible.
Instead I put my blindfold on
And continue our little game of lies.
We can be nothing more than this charade.
Nonsense.
I release myself from the chains.
You follow after me once more.
A vicious cycle of nothing.
Torture.
One day I will be strong enough.
One day I will say "No" and put an end.
Just one day more…
Despair.
~ Even diamonds break ~
For you my feelings I have locked
In a diamond box inside my heart.
Deep, where no one else can reach.
Where only few have granted access.
Reserved for those, who mean the world,
for those who proved their worth.
At that diamond box I sometimes glance,
from far away - a safer distance.
For if I fall victim to temptation,
no key or lock will ever stop me.
I'll consume our love with all my senses,
'till the last tear dies in its creation.
~ How short is too short? ~
That girl with the short skirt.
Do you know?
She's actually quite hurt.
Today she was harassed.
Oh, yes, that's true.
By someone in her class.
Now she's sitting all alone.
Can you imagine?
Suffering all on her own.
Now rumors will surely spread.
Don't you think so?
How she wanted him in her bed.
Will the truth be ever known?
What do you think?
Her dignity will be long gone.
How was all of this brought?
Hmm, do you remember?
Because of a simple piece of cloth.
∞ Love
My infinite love,
so crazy and disruptive...
My infinite love,
so painful and destructive...
Oh, how I want to scream out loud!
Oh, how I want to hold you tight!
I keep on running
towards the everlasting sun.
I keep on thinking,
"I wish that I could crash and burn".
Everything is better than this aching in my heart,
everything is better than this fire, burning deep inside.
How is it possible to love and hate somebody,
you simply wish to have?
~ Love Story ~
Love can be a bit too sweet at times,
like a children's candy bar.
All the sugar numbs the brain
and we don't even register the pain.
But we can't only see in colors,
there's also black and white.
All kinds of emotions deep inside.
So, just remember,
your love is bound to change.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
It means you're growing wiser, for a fact.
Love is not a simple feeling.
It's made of sighs and laughs,
of tears and smiles,
it's both happy and sad.
So make sure to treat it well,
to water it like a plant,
to watch it grow and strive.
Once you've done it all, you'll know
you've created a miracle of your own.
~ Pain ~
It's raining.
Pitter patter.
Drop by drop.
It wets the street,
the one I walk along.
But, wait.
There's something else.
The rain is not alone,
it's mixed with tears
of my own.
Why I'm crying
you may ask.
It's very simple, really.
The reason is a man,
another person, just like me.
And yet, so very different.
Or maybe it's not true,
pain is much too fickle.
Today my heart might bleed.
Tomorrow I will start a new beginning.
~ Rainy day vibes ~
It was raining…. animals.
The weather does what it likes,
in spite of us.
Her fancy shoes learned that the hard way.
It seemed they weren't made to stay.
She felt a chill all up her spine.
"Why always so unlucky in this life of mine?!"
Then she saw him – all tall and slick.
Wearing a suit, looking so very chique.
Her hopes rose up like a flowering bud,
It was her savior, surely,
the man, surrounded by flood.
Her eyes lit up, she offered a curt smile,
her wet feet forgotten in what had felt like the Nile.
Instead of returning a smile,
he just looked at her for a while.
"Why not bring an umbrella?
Don't you follow the weather?!"
That's the tale of the young fella,
who simply left the modern Cinderella.
~ The crimes we commit ~
Is it a crime,
if I want you to be mine?
Who is to blame?
Is this simply a game?
Does anyone win?
Does anyone lose?
Is it high time for a truce?
If liking you is a crime
I'll gladly do the time.
But don't relax just yet,
'cause once I've paid off my debt
I'll return just in time
to go back to my crime.
~ When ~
Whenever I walk alone in the night,
a traveler without direction.
Whenever I can't hide my deepest fears,
a wanderer without a path.
I want to see you next to me,
I want to hold your hand.
To feel that warmth seep deep inside,
to have my heart awakened once again.
It's in your arms that I feel safe,
a place where I can breathe again.
It's what I miss the most,
my dear friend.
~ Writer's block ~
Welcome to my lack of muse,
for which I can offer no excuse.
Welcome to this busy mind.
Think again, think more, rewind!
Right here, in front of the neat white page
I combine, I create like a skillful mage.
Muse, or not, who needs it anyway?
I will follow through, my thoughts I'll convey.
For true writing resides in the heart,
helps you travel as far as across the earth.
Search deep in your soul, dig even further,
bare your very essence, ride the thunder.
And that's, my friend, how a writer block ends,
how you combine, create and destroy the chains.