Dear Anxiety #Poem

I'm a little bit anxious, that my anxiety is about to come back I feel it in my heartbeat, I can feel it in my chest I don't want to be medicated with these drugs anymore That have this unpronounceable name and this orange colour I don't want to need them to survive the night,... Continue Reading →

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The Perfect World #Poem

I'm trying to learn to find a balance Between giving and receiving, being grounded and believing Between ignorance and knowledge, wearing blinkers and seeing   I try to find a way to feel, but not to hurt too much Because sometimes, the world is on my shoulders I move with a heavy heart I see... Continue Reading →

Dreams In The Darkness #Poem

I've been reducing my medication for several weeks I notice I'm doing worse, from the way that I sleep I wake up in the middle of the night, two or three times I dream about people, about places, feelings and emotions It's the motion of the flow of my unconscious mind Unprocessed progress and scars... Continue Reading →

Poetic Lover #Thoughts

Every line he speaks to me, sounds like poetry Unintended and unaware, unconscious and unprepared I love the words he speaks, the letters that cross his lips I love the way he pronounces, every sentence sounds like magic I don't think he knows, how much he makes me write How much he inspires me, all... Continue Reading →

Roses #Poem

In my room there is a glass vase with dead roses in it. Even though the drought caught them and turned their colour darker, they're still beautiful to me. I won't touch the petals, because I know they'll crack. So I adore them at a distance, I let them be still and look sad. The... Continue Reading →

Pieces of My Mind #Poem

I went from insecure, to confident, from immature to self-aware, to breaking my unconsciousness and living for the unprepared. I came to love the unexpected and to hate all that was planned, I suffered from the consequences and the way life went. I have no idea where I am going, where I've been or where I'm... Continue Reading →

Tired #Thoughts

I am tired of me. Tired of my face, my smile and my way of thinking. I am tired of all my emotions and the way I am feeling. I avoid my mirror, listening to my own voice, the sound of my footsteps, every sound, every noise, coming from my own body. I loved myself... Continue Reading →

Me & My Art #Thoughts

I wish people stopped comparing artworks. Art is not, in any way, made to be compared. There is no competition, there is no good or bad (to some extent of course). But comparing art would be like comparing feelings. 'Oh, I feel sadder than you' or 'I bet you can't carry more guilt than I... Continue Reading →

Sentimental Sunday #Thoughts

This was not a good idea. Singing, writing, recording and listening back to some old songs. Too much feelings, too much emotions caught in fragile melodies and honest words. Some songs were buried, among with their memories of people, used to be's and old feelings. Listening back takes me back, to that exact time and... Continue Reading →

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