Feast on youR sEnsEs

Open up the doors and the windows

Let the cold of winter embrace you

Squeeze the oranges with your bare hands

Let the sweet juice run down your forearms

Taste the honey with the tip of your fingers

Let the sweetness invade you

Lay your head on the grass

And wait for the rain to refresh you

Feel alive

For the first time

Feel alive

From now on

Maybe I Didn't

Maybe I did not like to hear
So I read instead
And I wrote
I wrote letters to you
To anyone and to noone
I worte letters to me
Letters to remind me of things
Things I thought I knew
But maybe I did not
Maybe I did not like to see
So I listened instead
And I spoke
I read outloud the letters to you
To me
Maybe I did not like to be
So I stopped instead
And I breathed
Maybe I did not like to know
So I run
Away
Away from you
From those things so I could forget
And then I walked my way back
Maybe I did not like to live
So I died...
...Maybe I didn't

Confusion

When I have no inspiration left ...
..................................................when thoughts are complicated beyond my understanding...
...........................when I can't put together all the pieces inside swirling...
...................................................................................when I can`t clearly concentrate...
......................................when I can barely make sense out of my world...
.................................................................when I can't reach you where I always find you...
.............................................................when confusion is my sweetest silence and chaos is my loudest voice...
...................................................then is when I need you the most...
...and just then...
.......................... is when you appear

Inside

Words overflow my head
They fill my mouth and take over my hands
I choke on them, they make me breathe
They suffocate me, at times they make me feel
They make me numb, they steal my light, they make me real
They make me who I am
I hold them back, I let them pass me by
I even try to listen sometimes
But I don't...

Frustration (¨The Dead Girl¨)

Frustration
How does she move on?
When guilt out-runs desire of living
Does her will turn her into a horrible person?
Isn't what happened... to her, to her beloved one, horrible enuogh?
Sisters...
Why should she not get her life back?
After all... she's the one alive
Frustration again
and again
How hollowed and numb must she feel
Locked up in an imaginary cell built up by her mother
How cold in her own skin
To even for a second pretend, pretend she is her
just to feel...
anything,
something real
even that
To feel a woman, at least for one time
Frustration
Not knowing, not wanting to know
and still knowing
Her mother
Her child
Illusion
A birthday
I do agree that kids should get what they wish for
at least for birthdays
Frustrated illusions...
on a dead girl