"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Urma

Lunatic

The absolute solitude embraces the caryatids but has not forgotten the smile in your eyes.
I spend my days with my rebel freedom, with the stone kings and the frozen time.
Life continues to pulsate in the depths of my heartless veins.
On the same stairs where you were holding my hand
The rain has replaced the sound of your footsteps beside me.
Your wish for happiness has not yet extinguished my soul.
I write like a lunatic on the corner of every table I happen to find,
In the silent places where I have once been with you.
Lunatic. Yes, I am a lunatic. The absolute lunatic for loving you.

insanity

111 words, memyselfandela, February 2014

Photo: Photobucket


Good Morning

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Clouds Haiku

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I see you in the
clouds in my coffee, you’re lost
in another life.


Simply Rock

 

 


What I am

What is life?
the tears cried?
the broken smiles?
some happy moments?

what is character?
the masks one wears?
his broken promises?
a helping hand ?

what is time?
the second keeping us apart from death?
a lifelong love?
the hour till I see you?

What I am?
this distance between toe and thought
where me, myself and I
feel the same solitude.
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memyselfandela, 2012


After all

Endless path
this thing we call life
so full of questions
yet so abundant in unexpected…
For every question and demon
I found the light in your smile
and the love in your eyes
so I need no more answers…

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memyselfandela, 2012

“Why do we feel so empty…when we’re all alone?
It seems a god is pushing me to join the world…
Why do we feel so low…when out of love?
Why do we need a reason when we love someone?

Why do we have to feel?
Until the end, it hurts…
Why do we have to see?
It’s killing all my trust…
Why do we have to bleed to prove we are alive?
Why cannot waste my days in your smile?

Why do we…why do we
Why do we live after all?

Why we cannot die…the way we wanna die?
Why it’s such a shame to leave with no goodbye?
Who says we need to suffer? The joy would be enough
Who put so many demons standing in my path?

Why do we have the distance?
So many miles between…
Why can’t we be like angels?
To fly above all dreams…
Why do we have to bleed? It’s clear we are alive…
Why cannot waste my days in your smile?

Why do we…why do we
Why do we lïve after all?”


wrong

124

life has always been wrong
wrong dreams, good dreams
and nothing in between
I’ve tried to see the tree in the seed
the bird in the feather
the life in the rock
but sometimes I just wonder
why the light at the end
of this tunnel looks
broken

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memyselfandela, 2012