Untitled Poem #15

They mocked me with my anger
Ridiculed me with my pain
They never did take me seriously
I am standing between sanity
And insanity
Being in the middle is a lot
More difficult than to
Succumb to one
All these things
are making me sick
everything is driving me crazy
 

now, you cry over her dead
body as if she can still hear you
she is dead
when she was alive you never
paid any attention to her
isn’t it paradoxical that
she’s worth more dead
than she was alive
it was what she wanted
how can a funeral be so joyful?
Right this very minute
Her Maker cradles her in His Arms
 

I never knew you knew how
To paint
You never knew me
Is it a sandcastle?
It was…
Now, it’s merely sand…

Untitled Poem # 14

I was angry
You never noticed
You never did
I was hurt
You ridiculed me
Mocked me with the pain
I created on my own
You never did care
You never understood
The pain and the anger
And the confusion
Of trying to care
And understand you
I quit
I surrender
I could never
Really understand you
Still…still…
It does not
Mean
I’d stop
Loving you…

Untitled Poem # 13

 

After the inquiry to
God’s existence
After claiming that the
God I knew
Was unknown to me
The god of Satan
I woke up to
A nightmare
Which could have
Sent me
To hell
Catching my breath
And afraid as ever…
I’ve had the nightmare twice
The nightmare of medium
And spirits
Mortal medium
Healers as
They claimed they were
And evil spirits
Descendants of Lucifer
Children of the devil…
In the end
I realized how little
I trust my Maker
The maker of good and good
The most powerful Maker…
In the name of the Father
The Son
And the Holy Spirit
I believe…

Untitled Poem # 12

I have nothing with me
Only naivete
And ignorance perhaps
But it’s me
I know nothing
Not even the simplest of things
But it’s me

After the dawn
That awakens man has cracked
I’d share the me
I was
I am
But perhaps will never be
But it’s me

I guess this is
the only thing
which can set me free
the only thing which put
me back to my
cage
is you…

can you ever take me
the way I am…was…
but will never be?
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the only thing
That matters
Is that
 it’s still
Me?

Untitled Poem #11

Like the light
From the sun
Captured
In one hand
Conquered
In another
Released
Altogether
I left you
But I never really
let you go…

Untitled Poem #10

Falling in love
Has always been the same
From Adam and Eve
To Romeo and Juliet
Poets have played with it
Artists have painted it
But it has always been the same
The problem with it is
When it happens to you
You forget that
It has always been that way
And you tend to convince
Yourself
Yours is a different love story
But practically speaking
It has always been that way
You started loving
And ended up hurt.

Untitled # 9

I stared
At the moon
I recognized it
I looked at
The stars
I counted all of them
I failed
But it did not
Make any difference
I can still count
I am still me.

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