Men & Women friendship

He was my friend
Before I submit myself to a will
I couldn’t understand

Cultural ideas
Men and women don’t mix
They ought to go separate ways

To your husband
You must obey
His will become yours
Or you go ashtray

So he was my friend
And one day
I felt scared to even write
Him an email

I remained silent
No words to explain
A choice I wouldn’t
Challenge again

Being his friend
Was a crime
Cultural ideas
Made it bad

Talking in the street with someone
Showing the way
Or even smile
Forget to even be nice

Men and women don’t mix
Or you’ll have to suffer my wrath

Your husband
You don’t betray
Or you’re a slut
To my dismay

He was my friend
Then he was gone
I could only feel guilty
For not standing my grounds

We were only friends
No threat to his life
I let childhood sleep
Behind the car glass

Men and women don’t mix
Cultural beliefs
If you trigger the deal
Don’t cry
You deserve it

Your husband
Has every right

You broke the promise
Men and women don’t mix
Don’t even tell me otherwise

Or I will make you pay
The price

Advertisements

Focus

Copyright Marie Kléber

I believe in something greater
That the sum of our daily
Messy, crazy thoughts

Sometime  I feel trapped
In something I don’t own
A memory
Or the feeling that something
Is not right

People come and go
They imagine
Me
They don’t read between the lines
But outside the paradoxe of their own lives

I try to hide
But it’s too late
I made the first step
And then it’s hard to come back
To where I stand
Before the crack of dawn

I believe in something greater
But I am not ready for the ride
No vision of what’s ahead
Makes me shiver with fright

I need to stay focus
My two feet on the ground
For sending the wrong message
My apologies

New home

Copyright Marie Kléber

Memories are fading
As I am wandering the streets
Of the new place we will live in

Many discoveries to be made
Experiences to be shared
A fresh start
Free of sacrifices

I let the old where it belongs
Embracing the new
The promises of dawn
Displaying its wonderful colors
On sight

 

Over anger

Copyright Marie Kléber

She thinks she’s right
Getting, at least, to the bottom of it

But then realizing that she is missing something
There’s no confort in knowing others are suffering

She’d better off to find inside
What her true feelings are

In between, they will meet
Just two lives connecting
Over anger
Towards peace

Step by step

Copyright Marie Kléber

(It was like this before
I would stay behind
I would not ask
I would keep my voice down
I would say “I understand”
And not getting anything of what was said

Just so I won’t feel vulnerable

It was like this before
People laughing
Kids playing
Teachers pointing at me
Bad marks
Unhappy feelings

It was like this before
Fitting in
Staying unseen
Playing it by the rules
Ackowledging mistakes I didn’t make

Every step is a change
In a new direction
Allowing myself to be
Vulnerable
And yet
Strong

Every day I release old scars
Moving on to brighter days
Where being myself
Is not seen as a failure
Anymore

The name of things

We know the name of things
But do we know the name of feelings?

Drops of glowing water pouring inside our minds
We try to define them
With words

But do words know the depth of what is happening inside?

 

Being ourselves

Copyright Marie Kléber

There was something before him. I wrote everything. I remember half of it. His love – today – does even change the past. Not what happened. But how I relate to it.

It’s less and less painful. I am moving to a place where  I know myself better. Where I understand what happened better too.

Fear, it was.

Fear of not being accepted. Not being loved. I mean not being loveable. Or enough. Yes, this is it. These people who drag you down, they see themselves before seeing you. They think they are close to perfection. And you, not. You are millions steps away from it. And their job is to make you better. You should even feel blessed to have crossed their path. This is just bullshit.

They’re fake.

So we were fake together. We didn’t work. We were not happy. Obviously. We got together for the wrong reasons. I was looking for recognition. I wanted to be useful. I wanted to count. And I got nothing but poor attention. I couldn’t count cause I wouldn’t match the perfect image of the perfect wife in a perfect mariage.

That’s it. Part of life experiences. I got lucky to escape and start again. It’s like winning the World Cup – I guess. Being able to stop the mess and start on a new track. Better road. Better people. No contest. Just be. Just love. Just live.

 

Just the two of us

Copyright Marie Kléber

Kids love full houses. Voices. And people. And playing. Laughing. Games and big tables. Snacks and treats.

Maybe it’s the hardest part. The one that says, on a daily basis, it’s just the two of us.

Just him and me.

And seeing him missing something. The people. The voices. The fun. The funny part of life. Missing his friends as soon as we are back home. Missing his grand-parents as soon as they are back home.

When I feel down, I feel guilty.

But some days are good. Some days are even great fun. Just the two of us.

But I know he is in need of something more. So we go out. And spend days with family. And we meet people. And I try not to feel blue too often, or at least leave the blues for later. When he is in bed. And I remember the chance we have to be where we are.

We can never be sure to do it right.

We just try our best.

Isn’t it what we all do?

A place of freedom

Copyright Marie Kléber

I knew somehow that it was within me
This freedom
This wish to experience
And enjoy life to the fullest

I took a road
Not the wrong one
Just one that took me so far away from myself
Far from joy
Far from life

I got a taste of what it is to become
Someone else
To behave like a robot
Learning what to do and how to do it well

I got to taste living in a place
Where emotions were
to be buried inside
Where some subjects were
Dangerous to talk about
Where a word could be a weapon

I knew somehow that one day I would breath again
I would smile and laugh and experience
I would have fears that I could conquer
I would know love
And what it means to feel free to show my feelings
To talk about my dreams
To express who I am
In so many different ways

The friends we are

Copyright Marie Kléber

We could talk freely
We could laugh
And we could cry
Just let the tears flow
That was fine

We could want to catch the sky
And dream romantic stories
We could wander early morning
In the midst of chaotic dreams
Never knowing where we would land after
The wake up call

We could talk about everything
The good, the bad
Our deepest fears
Our greatest joys
And the nasty hours of our lives

We would wait till night fall
And confess to each other
Our shitty mess, our darkest secrets

Where we are now
We only talk once a year
Maybe more
I don’t have to tell you
How much I miss you

Our walks on the seashore
The way we wanted to change the world
Making a place where we could share our emotions
Without feeling guilty or scared

Cause together we were the world united
In a bubble of truth
RAW is who we are – friends above everything else