Friday, April 19, 2019

Poems doodling II.

These ones are from many little pieces of paper collected from my office table...


7/1/19
Whenever I feel…
The part of me is pulsing
Like a ghostly medusa
At the dance
Whenever I feel
My hearts get bigger
Overgrowing the whole me
Hugging whenever has a chance

8/1/19
One step at the time
Coming closer more and more
While the world is spinning around
And my anxiety is its core

10/1/19
Do you know
How the snowy landscape sing?
Can you hear that sound?
The voice that’s spreading wings?

14/1/19
Falling down, tripping
Over my own plans
Who knows what’s right?
Who knows what’s mean?
Blood is dripping from my hands
And I’m just trying to be here

14/1/19
In the silence, cold and dark
There was a little soul and cried
There was little sadness drop
In the darkness, quiet but flop
Tear that falls down on the stone
In the winter chill just go
Freezing deeply, heart of ice
Staying still is great of price
Little soul does not cry now
In her body voice went down
Staying still in coldest world
Is so hard for heart of gold
Yet little soul has just some grace
And some endless dark in place
Little soul without a name
Knows she will live one more day

15/1/19
Closing my eyes
See the world coming
Hiding the real
Start feeling alive
The body is heavy
And light as it’s flying
Smile so weird and silly
With no more deprive

16/1/19
Inside me
Just really inside
Or better say
Everywhere
Not attached to the body
The feeling of…
It’s hard to say
Words are not coming
It’s something and nothing
So loudly it’s screaming
A word doesn’t have to say

17/1/19
And then my crazy thoughts
Given the way to go
Start rushing around
Thinking everything or so…

22/1/19
Trying not to be afraid
Trying not to fall
Black fox in a den
And I’ve just got the joke…



12/2/19
Drifting away, fading out
Never again, look around!
Strength has left me
Hands are weak
Crawling on all four
Trying to reach the peak
No time to slow down
No place to rest
Lost in endless
Trying to find my nest
My skin is cold
And head is light
Dreams are pulling
No thoughts of fight
Will is sleeping
No time to blink
So, most of things
Are about to sink
One last moment
To dance through night
To feel the music
As long it’s right…




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