I hate lies
And yet…
I am the one holding on
To a future I’ll never met
Future
Tag: Writing
Trees Talking
Listen to the trees
They are talking to you
In many ways
Listen to their whispers
As you touch their bark
Green and brown
Listen to the silence
Brewing inside
Trees have souls
Longing
Longing for a rest
A soft place to test
Noise kept in a safe
Fake Smile and Empty Heart
You
Changing?
Your promises
Sound like hell
Burning your chances
For a different life
You
Messed up with mine
And you’d like me
To acknowledge a lie
You
Think you can buy
Love at first sight
Hands full of money
Your heart as dry
As a fake smile
You
Won’t messed up with his life
As long as I am alive
Pacified Mind
Pacified mind
Emotions flying by
We can’t hold air
With human charms
Before the last call of breath
The end
They told her
Nothing else to be done
The heart is slowly losing the battle
Nastiness can’t compete with death
Day one
A shock
Day two
Reality in motion
Day three
Time to get ready
In a way
A relief
But yet so much left undone
So many words that seal the deal
Of a love that never really existed
Two lives
Too many lies
Two stories
No boundaries
The end
For a new beginning
Without any chance
For forgiveness
A page about to be turned
In darkness always
Day after day
Not knowing when
Trying to get ready to face
The last call of breath
In a way
Peace
Brought by death
Motherhood grace
Never to be conquered
The end
They told her
She’ll not make it to next year
Maybe it’s a chance
After all the mess
Are we ready?
Darkness has its own way
To come and go
Despite the chaos
We are many
To hang on to it
Feeling secure
Part of a community
As if darkness was a friend
That help us belong
To a wide community of
Shadow dancers
Terrified by natural lights
A colored world
Such an hopeful wish
But are we ready
To embrace its beauty?
Are we ready
For darkness to be part of the deal
Just not everything?
Are we ready to let go
Of what makes us shiver?
Are we ready to be searchers of light
In a world full of grey clouds?
Space between
Tracy Chapman sang about “the space between”
What’s in there?
Imagination
Things we hold as true
Past memories
Odd feelings
We feel the need to fill in
As emptiness is quite frightening
A place where shadows are walking barefoot
Unafraid of the turmoil inside
What’s in there is just
Time trying to catch up time
So we can move on
Without losing our minds
Healing
Whatever the way
Something happened here
In between
Something that needs
To be healed
Our own best friend!
People
Part of our lives
Making it easy or hard
Walking with us on the path
Cheering us up when we feel down
People
Lights on the way
When hours are tough
And our hearts know nothing but chaos
Ears open to mend the broken pieces
People
We tend to give them our power
Feel lonely when alone
We may want them to give us more
To be different so they can match our list of expectations
People are part of our lives
They don’t make it
They are part of the deal
But our happiness doesn’t depend on them
We are the true masters of our own life
People can add to it
But if we don’t become our own best friend
People will never make it for the loss
All start and finish within
People are our in-between
