...the stories on your skin...

You do not die as you were born

not when you live in between

You collect memories, experiences

that leave traces on your skin

The scar you got as a child

The ghosts of your lover's touch

The ink that means so much

Important pieces of your life

written on your body

You are so beautiful

with all those stories

Your skin the pages of a journal

that tells the story of your life

Like the man with a worn heart

your lived-in skin

the scars and the stories

make you special

I could spend forever

reading the stories on your skin

(16-02-2015)

~ THE WRITER ~

the writer loves the written word
he knows its power
the writer's head is full of words
a chaos in his mind
the writer lives so many lives
all versions of his own
he has to write
get it out of his head
put it down on paper
the writer always writes
even when it doesn't make sense
the writer writes
that is the way
the writer lives his life

(16-02-2015)

Small fish

Like a small fish I want to be swimming in the Sea
void of emotions such as greed
I wish to explore the deep oceans
being part of a greater shoal
A small fish worries not over love and dreams and money
he swims only in the blue
eat or be eaten
nibble on seaweed
away from the shark
A small fish want I to be

(15-02-2015)

Love Me Again

Love me again
Love me better, love me more
Help me this time
Love me again
It's your choice, of course,
but darling I beg you
Love me more
Darling I beg you
Love me again

(15-02-2015)

Lover's Road

I will walk the Lover's Road
and I shall spread my joy
I will keep my sadness hidden
but smile the brightest smile

You are walking on the Earth
while I am suffocating under the Sea
But I won't turn from the Lover's Road
that would simply not be me

(15-02-2015)

These Green Roads

(14-02-2015)

The things we find

(14-02-2015)

The sun will rise

I know that the sun will rise 

after this darkness had gone to rest

I know that the light will shine

and make us laugh and smile again

I know that there's so much joy 

still to be felt

And I know that I will be

right here when that happens

(14-02-2015)

it's sad to be this insecure

It's just so sad

how compliments

and kind words

go straight through me

I never listen

or stop to think

to believe they

are honestly said

Hear no kind words

when they are aimed

for me

It's sad really

how blind I can be

how ignorant

and how easy

it comes for me

to turn a deaf ear

whenever someone says

something nice

about me 

Why can't I trust and believe nice words?

(12-02-2015)

How?

How can it still hurt this much?
I am happy,
I do joyful things,
I fill my days with friends.
So how can it still hurt this much?
Consuming my air,
a constant ache in my chest.
The neverending breaking inside
whenever I hear his voice.
Ho do I make it stop?
Oh time, move faster, and heal me.

(12-02-2015)

And I thought

I thought it was a smile for me
that every time you shone,
met my eyes, you were as happy as I.
I thought we shared that secret
just how much we meant
to each other, together.
I really believed you smiled
a special smile for me.
I see the same smile now,
the corners of your eyes wrinkled,
the same tug of your lip.
I see the same smile,
and blame no one but myself.
Such a fool,
to think,
and I really thought it was a smile
only for me.

(12-02-2015)

Meggie saw the Stranger

Inspired by Inkheart by Cornelia Funke 

(11-02-2015)

It is not Submission

It is not submission
when one hangs one's head
It is to breathe
only with oneself
It is to find that inner power
to await the right moment
It is to fill oneself up
with energy and belief
It is not submission
when one hangs one's head
Because after one will raise it
and one will straighten up
Because after one will look up
with eyes filled with confidence
Because after one will be
so ready to fight for oneself
It is never submission
It is the calm before the storm
where one breaks free

(11-02-2015)

The Red Ladder

Some random strokes of the pen, finished but not coloured

I'm very not pleased with the colouring.
The ladder ought to be red, and the man dark green.
The shadow should be darker, almost black, and the girl's eye a clearer light green... 

(08-02-2015)

Eagle's Eye

(07-02-2015)

Morgana

There is no running from it
there can be no escape
The words you sweetly whispered
haunts them, asleep and awake
I fear this time
you went too far
no salvation for the one you were
can only move forward as the one you are
A wicked grin distorts your face
it pains me to remember
you have grown hateful and cruel
cursing these people
How can you not see
the curse falls worst upon you

(07-02-2015)

Hurt Me Again (a fair warning)

Hurt me again,
and I will shatter you
Trust these words,
gentle lover.
Hurt me again,
and I swear
- I will break you
beyond repair.

(07-02-2015)

for you

What is there for me to do?
Wish for nothing more than to help you.
Never quite right, I know,
you never thought it so.
I go out of my way
in the things I do, not the things I say.
Want for nothing more than you
to be that what you feel is true.
I save all of my tears.
I won't give in to fears.
Happy to hide away,
just so that you can't say
'It is my fault'
'it was my fault'
'My wrongdoings'
'my wrong thoughts'
'I hurt you more'
Whatever for?
So I'll go out of my way
for you to feel like you can stay.

(05-02-2015)

Broken and Bruised

No matter how I scream
he'll never hear my voice
Gods let me scream freely
otherwise I'm breaking again

I wear my heart on my sleeve
I am an open book
right there for everyone to see
It is no surprise how easily
he could hold my heart
Too hard and too tight
bits and pieces falling away
Leaving but a bruised, tired muscle

They say that time changes
everyone
I wish for no change in him
but a stronger will for me

(04-02-2015)

Wicked?

The Wicked's lives are lonely
But is Wicked what I am?
No good deed goes unpunished...
Please help him understand!

(04-02-2015)

Wicked

No one mourns the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
I leave my friends to rot
as I flee this land
There'll be no rest for the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
Poisonous is my honour
you all knew it when I ran
Good men scorn the Wicked
and Wicked is what I am
Men would scorn me anyway
for being 'nothing but' a woman
The Wicked's lives are lonely
and Wicked is what I am
The friends I make I cast aside
cannot handle the thought of a plan
The Wicked die alone
and Wicked is what I am
And I will never reach
for someone else's hand

(04-02-2015)

Show not the Mirror of Your Soul

(Tears of Blood)

(04-02-2015)

The Prayer

Oh Goddess,
let your moon heal my scars.
My heart is bruised and shattered,
and dirty are my paws.
Lifetimes I have walked,
never turning to dust.
Renew my old soul,
and I shall forever in you trust.
To live truly happy
give my love that chance,
without fear or judgement,
and I shall thank you in dance.
Oh Goddess,
water my dry skin.
Your kindness will never be forgotten
in me or my kin. 

(04-02-2015)

Am I bumming you out yet?

Resources are scarce!
Seldom we see food here!
Thou, who sit in thy castles and thy fortresses of rock
might have things aplenty
and yet thou art not joyful.
We would ask for nothing more
but a blanket to sleep under,
and some bread to quench our hunger.
Thou dost not understand the burden of being poor,
as we do not understand thy burden of being miserable.
It would seem not wealth nor tragedy
can save man from his gruesome destiny.

(03-02-2015)

Miserable

There is a distinct lack of joy 

in everything I do, 

but no matter how much I wish it,

I cannot put the blame on you. 

I was wrong to hope, to trust, and to believe 

and nothing but tragedy have I thus received.

(03-02-2015)

Morning eyes

(30-01-2015)