• “ALIVE” – Poem

    “ALIVE” – Poem

    The only people
    who are truly alive
    are those
    who are willing to dream
    about their version
    of the perfect world
    in the chaos
    we spend our lives in.

    Who have the guts
    to wake up
    and keep chasing the dream
    that was not realized yesterday,
    over and over again.
    People,
    who keep fighting
    for their idea,
    and do not surrender
    to the beatdown life gives.

    It’s not about ambition
    nor about power
    or wealth.
    People who dare
    to imagine a life
    for themselves
    that does not fit in
    the norm
    and yet
    choose to chase it
    and live it.
    They, are alive.

  • “BE ME” – Poem

    “BE ME” – Poem

    I cannot be you.
    I can only be me.
    Hundreds of versions feeling close.
    None of them you.
    All of them me.

    I cannot paint like you.
    I can only draw lines like me.
    If I pick colours tomorrow,
    it will be the shades I know.
    Not the blots and patches like you.
    Repeated lines on a white paper, like me.

    I cannot sing like you.
    I can only hum in the solace like me.
    If I pick some strings along,
    it will be the one that fits my hand.
    Not the jumbo acoustic like you.
    Small plastic threads on the wood, like me.

    I cannot write like you.
    I can only scribble unspoken, like me.
    If I filled pages with ink,
    it will be about the lives that touched me.
    Not a literary marvel like you.
    A confused piece of subconsciousness, like me.

    I cannot live like you.
    I can only live like me.
    If I cease to exist this very moment,
    I’ll happily be the ashes in the river,
    dust in the wind, nourishment for a tree.
    Not a thousand things left unsaid like you.
    But wearing my heart on the sleeve, like me.

    I cannot be you.
    I can only be me.
    Hundreds of versions feeling close.

    None of them you.
    All of them me.

  • “APOLOGIES” – Poem

    “APOLOGIES” – Poem

    I forgive you.
    For all that you did
    and did not.
    For all that you accepted,
    and everything swept
    under the rug.

    For not finding the courage
    to share your side of the story.
    For the things left unsaid.
    For everything else,
    I am sorry.

  • “NIGHTS LIKE THESE” – Poem

    “NIGHTS LIKE THESE” – Poem

    And there are nights
    like these,
    when these words are
    a scream
    muffled into the pillow.
    A howl
    into the nothingness,
    without an echo.
    A teardrop
    under the curfew.
    A puzzle
    without the last piece.
    A truth
    labelled under fiction.
    A curse
    with a hope
    that it never reaches.
    A plea
    for the closure,
    my imaginary friend.
    A cry
    for help,
    against myself.
    A taunt,
    from something,
    that died inside.
    A prayer,
    whoever listens,
    to let me survive the night.

  • “FARCE” – Poem

    “FARCE” – Poem

    when the spotless sky
    drips moonshine
    in the shadows
    of the crooked moon,
    serenading
    something inside,
    luring into the light
    bargained from the sun,
    robbing through
    the treasure
    what dreams are
    made of,
    forcing to spill
    the seeds on
    the canvas,
    for the gloom
    to curse,
    for the soul
    to seep,
    for the world
    to clap,
    for the eyes
    to abhor.