I love english words with many meanings.
I always try to find some way to connect the words.
A Spring:
Something that launches you upwards,
up into the clear blue sky toward the clouds.
Something you can try to stretch,
but that always returns when you tire.
Something that always have a start and end,
marking the end of the fun you’ve had.
Something that sways in the wind,
following every little gust of wind.
Something that glitters in the morning sun,
but you know it all will end in brown rust.
Something that take the bumps on the road,
and makes them all less noticable.
Something that pushes you or pulls you back,
into the place where you really belong.
Springs are peculiar things.
To get in the mood: Listen to Kings of Convenience - Sorry or Please
(I just realized that that song is kinda about the same thing as this poem).
Enjoy!
Duality
A word from you
would make me lower my head
in shame and discomfort.
A stare from you
would make me look away
avoiding your cold eyes.
A contact from you
would make me flinch away
awaiting the next blow.
A grin from you
would make my heart sink
diminishing me inside.
But then,
A word from you
would make me lower my head
in shyness and embarrassment.
A gaze from you
would make me look away
avoiding your piercing eyes.
A touch from you
would make me shake softly
awaiting your next touch.
A smile from you
would make my heart jump
enlarging my largest dreams.
If I only could guess your intentions.
Not much to say here…
Except it’s not really a “biographic” poem. At least not at the moment =)
If I knew you
If I knew your demands
I would do anything to fit to them.
If I knew your hopes
I would do anything to see them come true.
If I knew your dreams
I would do anything to fulfill them.
If I knew your fears
I would do anything to defeat them.
If I knew your heart
… but then again no.
If I knew all this
I wouldn’t need to know your heart.
Because then
it would probably already be mine.
1 - get yourself a decent bicycle
2 - seat yourself on the bicycle
3 - put your hands on the handlebar
4 - put your feet on the pedals
5 - use your feet to move the bicycle forward
6 - go wherever you want
7 - enjoy the feeling of the wind in your face
8 - let go of the handlebar (Optional)
An skipped heart beat
It was all he needed
Now he just knew
Luckily she new too
Now they knew together
Forever they would know
But then she understood
That the other didn’t understand
That the other did just know
So the one who understood
Leaved the one who knew
Making his knowledge worthless
How easy it is to just disappear into a crowd,
you just walk right in and become another one.
No one really notices you, you are one of many.
How many times haven’t I done just that,
taken a small step and become one of many,
all while really becoming no one at all.
It’s a special thing that makes me keep doing it,
a search urging me to do it again and again,
to find those who really don’t belong in there.
Those that fail to blend into the great crowd,
those who becomes lighthouses in the sea of people,
shining like jewels, beautifying the rest of us.
Standing at a distant subway station,
holding a paper cup of coffee in my hand.
I slowly sip from the cup while waiting,
watching people at they pass me by.
First the little girl giggling with joy,
her proud mother pulling her along.
I can’t do anything than smile wide.
Then a old man slowly staggers by,
I put away my cup and open the doors.
I get an approving nod and smile.
After him comes a group of teenagers,
discussing the only and special One.
Making me wonder who my One was.
After them comes the businessmen,
yearning for their home and children.
Happiness radiates from their tired faces.
Then I notice the beggar beside me,
making me feel guilty and misplaced.
I shake my head smiling at his requests.
But then She comes, my other half.
More beautiful than I remembered her,
She just walks past me without a glance.
I sigh and throw my empty paper cup,
take a step outside the station an breathe.
Dreaming of her while I walk back home.
She wished for a pair of wings,
but it was too late for them to be useful.
The fall of her soul had begun so long ago,
but back then she hadn’t noticed it.
He had wished for healing,
but he had lost too much blood already.
The wounds on his soul had bled for too long,
all those dark and blind years.
He had wished for a cure,
but the sedative already flowed in his veins.
The venom inside his soul had had it course,
slowly killed his essence and will.
Their wishes was never realized,
just as they never realized it was too late.
If they only had listened to voice of their souls,
they all would have been saved
A odd light seeps through the dense clouds
Changing green to emerald and red to crimson.
Everything turns unreal, just a little to beautiful
It feels like an illusion, made of fake and lies.
But still it isn’t without a little pain
I see the beautifying effect slowly subside.
Bringing back everything to it real looks
But to a now faded and dull truth.
In a way it’s like love’s rise and fall
A beautifying effect coming and fading away.
No one had suspected him
he was so caring and full of love.
He had helped everyone
but in the end, everything was a lie.
They had always known him
they had all grown up with him.
The smiling and happy boy
he was loved by everyone.
He had been the steady rock
everyone had relied on him.
When they had had it hard
he had been there for all of them.
But everything was now nothing
he had committed treason to them all.
They had been left there alone
with anger, hate and sorrow.
He had broken the highest law
“Love your neighbor as yourself”.
He had left the world all alone
the world he had helped them live in.