Listen.

Listen to me,

My echoes,

And the pictures,

In my sound,

Like the Lightning,

My sound, like the rain,

Listen to all of me,

And all that's not me,

Listen to this light,

That dims my world,

Hear my lips,

And how my words move,

Listen to my eyes,

And how they whisper,

The echoes of my,

Screaming silence,

My soundless existence,

Listen to me,

Listen to my rain drops,

Under the sunshine,

Hear my glow, 

Feeling the moonlight,

If you listen close enough,

You'll hear my soul,

Searching for my heart,

You'll hear my mind,

Searching for my sane.

Listen to the softness,

The softness in my screams,

And the thorns,

In my being,

Like a feather,

My thorns, are like love,

Hear them, trying to feel,

Listen to my silence,

And how it screams,

Softly, searching for lips,

To hear again,

And loudly it hides,

My silence, 

It silences silence,

Under the moonlight,

Where it shines like the sun,

Listen, 

You'll hear me cry,

In the songs I've felt,

You'll hear me write,

In the words I've heard. 

Story-telling

Tell me a story,

Of how I lost to you,

When we raced our words,

And I stammered,

I stuttered, when you spoke.

And I lost,

To your voice,

When we raced our words,

I swear, I could've said so much,

But to your voice,

I stammered and I stuttered,

For your voice,

I melted and I echoed. 

Tell me a story,

Of the time we closed our eyes,

I promised,

I'd leave them shut,

My eyes, I promised you,

And in a heartbeat,

When we lay still,

Under the moonlight,

In utter silence,

I only heard you,

And your breath,

Speaking to me,

Of the time, we closed our eyes,

And I heard you,

In this cold, I burned,

And I burst. 

With my eyes closed,

For you,

I was fire. 

For you,

I was rain. 

Love - 7ub

Love,

And the wonders it can do,

To make one feel,

From too much,

To nothing,

From giving shivers,

To the corners of this soul,

Of this body,

And shivers,

The ones that beat a heart. 

Love,

And the wonders it can do,

From a few whispers,

To grey hair, and kisses,

Soft like its sound,

It gives life,

And leaves,

All it wishes, it does,

Love in its own,

Does wonders.

To me, to you and to us. 

Minutes, with you.

I have lived,

Years of my life,

Without knowing,

Of your existence,

And of your smile,

Without knowing,

Of your glow,

And of your spirits. 

I have lived,

Years of my life,

Without feeling,

Drawn, and unconscious,

Without feeling alone,

I have lived,

For decades,

Without needing this,

Without needing you,

Unknown to you,

I have lived. 

Decades, years and eons,

When I close my eyes,

Keep no meaning,

When I hear my thoughts,

And echoes of your remembrance, 

They hold no meaning,

In this memory of you,

That captures me,

Years that I've lived,

Diminished by minutes with you,

Years that I've lived,

Overshadowed, by your love,

And in a few blinks,

Years that I live,

Held no meaning.

And minutes, with you,

That I'd count, on my fingers.

Minutes, with you,

That I played in my brain,

Felt like a lifetime. 

The Unknown Wanderer.

I'm silent to this world,

And it is unknown to me,

And they way they speak,

And cherish,

Feats and moments,

Unknown to me,

I am nothing,

Of what they're made,

I am nothing,

Of what they lived,

And this world,

Unknown to me,

Speaks so much,

I don't understand,

And does so much,

I'd never. 

I'm blind to this world,

And all its beauty,

And all it holds,

I've never held,

In my hands or heart,

This world,

It has never touched my soul,

And I feel lost,

Impaired of so many senses,

And here,

I've never belonged,

This world,

Where there's so much beauty,

Unknown to me,

And so much,

Unheard by me,

And I, wandering,

To the corners,

To the darkest of places,

They fear,

And I'd never. 

I miss you and I wish you were here.

In the sound of these waves,

And how it seeps in the sand,

Like my memories,

Soaked in happiness,

In content and in calm,

When I hear these waves,

In this soothe,

I miss you,

And I wish you were here. 

In the sounds of these waves,

How the world turns quite,

Screaming so silently,

And these lips, they move,

In unison, they move, in darkness,

Under the moon,

When I feel it's shine,

And how it feels,

I miss you,

And I wish you were here. 

In this stillness that fills my day,

And thoughtlessness,

How it buries my mind,

Under the waves you sit across,

Under the moon that you smile for,

My mind, somewhere close,

Screams in the silence,

It cheers at your sight,

And when you speak,

I'm silent too,

And when you miss me,

I miss you too.

In this still that consumes me,

And relentlessness,

How it shivers my soul,

In the sky, you sit under,

In the breeze, tonight that you feel,

My soul, all around,

Speaks in silence,

And it laughs at your sight,

Kneels down, 

To all your wishes,

And when you wish for me,

I promise. 

I wish for you too. 

26/5/2015

Picture this,

In your head,

Every detail,

Of right now,

Because I promise you,

When we're old and grey,

When we're weak, and forgetful,

Everything,

I've ever wanted,

Everything,

I've ever asked for,

And to that moment then,

Everything I've lived for,

Is right now,

In this picture,

Remember it,

This is the picture of happiness,

This is a picture of you and me. 

Scribble.

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

Stop these scribbles,

Stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

I'm writing words,

For all of you,

And they sound,

Like nothing before,

They scare, the life in me,

Stop my hands,

Tonight, 

Just hold them,

I can't stop writing,

In your memories. 

Hold my hands,

And when you do,

Hold them together,

These wild creatures,

That've learned to live,

With a mind of their own,

They betray me,

And make me break,

All my promises,

Of the never agains,

All my vows,

To stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

They're scribbling my blood,

On my veins and on my soul,

They're imprinting,

Tonight,

Just hold them,

They can't stop writing,

In your absence. 

How Can I?

How can I walk,

In a straight line,

How can I stop,

Losing out my mind.

How can I breathe,

When you take it away,

How can I speak,

When I've no words to say...

Tell me how, can I stop,

And how can I not,

Thinking, thinking about you.

How can I love,

With all of me,

How can I live,

With only me,

When all my memories,

And all my moments,

They're only you,

They're just you. 

Tell me how can I stand,

And why do I fall,

In love, in love with you. 

Leave.

Leave, they said,

And in their eyes,

They wrote pages for me,

Books and libraries,

They wrote guilt for me,

They wrote for me reasons,

Leave, they said,

And in their whispers,

They spoke to me of tomorrow,

They drew,

And in pictures, they drew tomorrow,

And for my eyes,

They colored ever page in black,

For me, they covered every window,

In pages, and pictures,

Of tomorrow and reasons,

Leave, they said,

And all I heart,

Was my heart.

Whispering,

Drawing,

Sketching,

Echoing,

Singing,

Dancing,

Laughing,

Smiling,

And jiving,

At every sight of you,

My heart spoke to me,

It showed me,

Of colors that made you,

Of words, never written before,

Words that made you,

My heart,

Blinded my eyes,

And just kept on,

Loving you. 

Homeless.

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Not knowing what home is,

They said this,

In the arms of their mothers,

In the shelter of their fathers,

They said,

Home was a feeling,

Not know what home is,

They spoke for the millions,

Who stood, unable to feel,

Who stood, placeless,

Baseless, faceless and homeless,

They said this,

For those, who've forgotten,

How to feel, and how to live,

For those, who've forgotten,

What is home. 

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Never having felt,

Never having dreamt,

Not knowing of love,

They spoke for the millions,

That live in nothingness,

That feel nothing,

And they spoke for those,

The ones that cried,

In a place called home,

For the ones that weeped,

When it felt like home. 

Chutzpah.

Faces, resembling faces,

Lies and graditude,

How they look the same,

With shadows merged together,

And no eye can say,

No touch can feel,

The lies,

No hold can feel,

The graditude,

Do you listen to the heart?

The heart of a liar,

And the heart filled with gratitude,

For the million faces,

Under the single sun,

A shadow may have,

A million faces,

And a million reasons,

But do you listen to the heart?

Do you sing?

When you're lost,

And in the millions of faces,

That caress your shadows,

But never you,

Never you, and who you are,

Millions of faces caress your shadows,

The ones in the moment,

The ones merged together,

Of the liar in you,

Of the fighter in you,

In the moment of loss,

The million faces, caress the faces of you,

But do you sing?

When you're you,

With the one,

Who listens to your heart. 

Moon.

Of all the things in the world,

Of swords and monsters,

Of fire and ice,

Loss of words,

And hopelessness,

A broken heart,

Or unheard confessions,

Of all the things in the world,

From your heartbeats,

To my drumrolls,

I've only ever lost myself,

To the sunrise,

I've only ever lost myself,

When I lost the moon. 

Of every sight I've seen,

Of all the colors in your eyes.

Of all the words you make me picture,

Of myself, falling into the sky,

Into nothingness,

Gliding with the clouds,

From where I was,

To where I've been,

I've only ever truly loved,

The shine in the night,

I've only truly lost myself,

To the beauty,

Of the moonlight. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came.