If Only I Can End


If only I can end the flow of my mind
Doubt will be little and be left behind
The war of thoughts will cease to a truce
With clarity in place, I can finally choose

If only I can end the longing for the lost
I shall sleep and dream all I can exhaust
No more chasing and seeking for long-dead reasons
No more staying and crying on short-lived seasons

If only I can end the noises within
I can forget the feelings I have seen
Never again I will hear my heart
Screaming and begging why it fell apart

If only I can end the painful hate
I would realize soon it was never too late
The thundering beast will learn to be tamed
The cold will freeze what ever is flamed

If only I can end this poem just right
Words will show the way to my light
Where my soul is struggling trying to pretend
Whispering and wishing, if only I can end…



The Dreamer


There was once a dreamer who loves to dream
Every thought this dreamer thinks
Creates a world where nothing sinks
Wonders on this dreamer’s eyes
No limits, no boundaries, no hidden price
Nothing untouched for the dreamer who loves to dream

Every day and every night, the dreamer wished to dream forever
In dreams, the dreamer does the best
Chosen one among the rest
Waking up is a nightmare to bare
A wanted world where no one dares
For the rest of time, the dreamer wished to dream forever

Deep inside, the dreamer knows that nothing lasts
Too perfect it is and the truth hurts
Being a dreamer is a living curse
Because all the dreamer can only make
Are dreams. Just dreams that are real and fake
Forever dreaming, the dreamer hopes nothing lasts.


What We Are


Steps do count on our everyday
Thrusting ourselves forward in life
Every move we make, every word we say
Binds ourselves to happiness and strife

Series of choices are laid in front
Often we choose what our soul can hold
Playing safe we go for blunt
Rarely risking through the cold

Identity is what we invest
What people see and what we defend
Striving to be the best among the rest
Forgetting little things in the end

One second you feel all is fine
Another second you’ll realize it is not
They will tell you to focus on the line
But how can you if all are twisted in a knot

Life is a game of hide and seek
Our heart searches what we need
And when the game is on its peak
Only few surpass their speed

It is the bliss. It is the pain. It is the leap
Living is existing in true uncertainty
One wrong move and it cuts so deep
But for someone who made a choice, it is bravery


The poet who lost his words


he does not even know how to start
nor how it will ever end
because words are his only way out
and now they do not work anymore
it was hard growing in fear
nurtured by fear
judging by fear
like it was the only thing in the world
words keep fears away
in words he can hide
in words he can create
in words he can get away
alone in those words a new start
new faces new voices
the firsts changed him to someone he is not
why succumb to them
because eyes are watching those alone
grateful but not content
smiling but tiring
happy but not him
the seconds came and what light came through
different but just the pieces he is looking for
it felt more thrilling
more fitting
natural blissful true
so true that he felt nothing is wrong
so true that he felt nothing will change
so true he became
from this point the snowball rolled
growing bigger and bigger
rolling faster and faster
him standing at the end
colliding with the snowball
impact so great it freezes everything
cold got into him
then silence came sharp
sleep is the pill
and the illusions started
eyes kept on watching
he felt it
different pieces pulling away
puzzles incomplete
the thirds were there at his nothing
to them it is all about numbers
that point he thought
maybe numbers are better than words
numbers provide
numbers measure
numbers count
and numbers he did
tried to forget and made the numbers up
numbers were all in him
but he knows deep inside
a flickering light
waiting to be out again
but eyes are watching
and numbers make them look away
so numbers he did
numbers bought him wings
shiny wings taking you everywhere
wings that made him happy again
wings that brought him closer to everything
but not quite
it did brought him everywhere
but not where he is supposed to be
not where he needs to be
then he realized he was not flying with it
those wings just made him flutter around
wings that are not meant to fly
left alone
he tries to go back
back with the words he grew up with
but no words came out
he tries but now it was senseless
words that are just letters
words that does not mean anything
words that block his way out
he realized by then
he lost them
he lost them deep within him
so deep because he buried it as
he needed to change for the firsts
escape from the seconds
and keep up with the thirds
layers above layers
until the flickering light is nothing
until he is nothing
he does not even know a word of hope
he does not even feel the reasons of love
he does not even see the good of faith
he lost his words