Reality

With eyes closed

I see what I want;

A blooming flower in a beautiful forest.

With eyes open

I see what is real;

A withering life in the dying woods.

-M.

25.10.09

Secrecy

a burden to bear.

Tragedy

a billion tears.

Loneliness

a reason to cry.

Happiness

a reason to try.

The Poor Old Man

I was walking down the street
As I saw a poor old man.
He was hardly skin and bones,
It seemed like dying was his plan

So I asked him as he lay
How he could live this gruesome life.
Gruesome? Laughed the man,
I’ve a house, three kids, a wife.

He shook his head and laughed at me,
Faint dimples on each cheek,
Held on to his to-go cup,
His paycheck of the week.

I looked at him in disbelief.
He laughed at me once more.
“Sir, why do you laugh so much?”
“Miss, crying is a bore.”

“Sir, you are a lovely man.”
“Well thank you darling girl.
Now some advice from poor old me;
Live your life and see the world.”

Imagination like a child,
This wise and poor, old man.
It seems I was mistaken
Because living was his plan.

-M.

Dreamer

These are the lyrics to a song I wrote this summer. They are inspired by a place on the coast of Croatia. I might post the song later. Hope you like it

On a small wooden bench
In the middle of nowhere
With a view of the ocean
Salty water in my hair.
The trees are casting shadows
Across the winding, narrow road.
I’ve walked it just to get here
And it’s very, very old.

I close my eyes
I feel you sitting next to me.
I keep them closed
To keep you here.
I feel your hand
Surrounding mine
As a I fall a sleep
I’m falling deeper in love.

A hint of a smile
When you hum a melody.
A sweet soothing lullaby
It’s written just for me.
I don’t know if it’s possible
But I think I love you.
I make myself believe it.
I’m a dreamer, that’s what dreamers do.

I close my eyes.
I feel you sitting next to me.
I keep them closed
To keep you here.
I feel your hand
Surrounding mine
As I fall asleep
I fall deeper in love.

A gentle kiss, a single touch
Oh, darling, is that way too much to ask for?
You whisper love songs in my ear.
Oh, sweetheart, can’t you please stay here forever?
Forever!

I close my eyes
I feel you sitting next to me
I keep them closed
To keep you here.
I feel your hand
Surrounding mine
As I fall asleep
I fall deeper in love.

I close my eyes.
I feel you sitting next to me.
But when I wake,
You disappear.

For Once I’d Like To Smile With You

How am I supposed to know
when to laugh, when to cry,
when to smile, when to lie?
Should I just guess
Should I assume
That I should always cry with you?

I was never proud of me
Please, tell me how I could
I’ve hidden when I should
Be showing off
It’s not enough
To always have to cry for you.

Am I supposed to keep my faith?
should I continue to believe
That all of this was meant for me?
Of course you should
When all is good
For once I’d like to smile with you.

-M.

Lonely Tear

On my cheek, a lonely tear,
rushing and crystal clear,
trying hard to get somewhere,
singing love songs out of fear.

Ahead of us
the sunset stares
a thousand miles
away from here.

Gleaming light, orange glare;
memories of smiles and cheer
reflected in my lonely tear.

The Meadow

I found it fitting for my first post to be the first real poem I ever wrote. “The Meadow” is from 2007, I was fourteen.

The Meadow

I stand here in a meadow
Surrounded by the stars
No tree to cast a shadow,
Only darkness to hide the scars.

The scars won’t be gone by tomorrow
The scars of a wounded heart
Bruised by the fists of the sorrow
That brutally tore it apart.

I don’t know why these tears now haunt me,
Nor why all these scars appear
When flowers and starlight surrounds me,
These things should not be, nor should fear.

-M.