Poem – Ink

Each story is individual,
Each chapter is magical,
Yet the ink is not limitless.

What is a complete story?
A masterpiece?
Do you really wanna know?

Well then, let me tell you what I know

That kind of story is not in my heart,
It is not in my soul,
Not in my head,

The story you are looking for you will never find,
You shall never see,
Nor hear from me,

A story that found it’s way to you,
The masterpiece for you,
That story, the one you looking for…well it is so much more

It is the slow dance you do in your room,
The breath you take of your favorite perfume,
Oh and let’s not forget the fire that burns in you when you feel the love,

It is in the shadows of your past,
The rainbow of your future,
And the nature of the present,

Never let someone fool you,
The story you are looking for,
It is inside of you,

The glory of the victor,
The pain of failure,
And the fire burning inside, asking for more

It is the story in your head,
The story in YOUR HEART,
THE STORY OF YOUR SOUL,

ANd that story my dear friend I want to read again,
and again and again, until my story finds an end,
Until our stories write down the final chapter,

Until then my friend,
Let’s write it together,
Let’s make the masterpiece that never ends,
But let’s not leave it in the angels hands,
as we shall be the ones to read them up again and again until the end.

 

Poem – Life in my Hand

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t keep up with the world,
Since it tries to act as a double edge sword,
The more I kill the enemy,
The more it pierces through me,
In the end I don’t have anything to defend,
In the end should I pretend,
Not to be hurt,
And just smile,
When in fact I am about to die,
The string of faith are not so strong,
They break as you walk along,
Ripped apart when you start creating art,
And when you close yourself inside,
Do you think you will die with pride?
The sword keeps pushing inside of you,
No matter what you do,
No matter what you think,
No matter what you feel,
In the end you’ll see what’s fake and what’s real,
Emotions and facts combined in life’s artifacts,
When you see one run,
Because harm will be done with one look,
That’s all it took,
That’s all what it ever takes when you gaze,
And that’s not the end of the story,
Because you are driving a freaking lorry,
To an unknown destination,
Through the forest of procrastination,
The mountains of your desperation,
And the roads of great depression,

Yet you are there sitting on your comfy chair,
Goin’ 80 miles per hour,
Screaming about life being sour,
The favorite thing about it is not knowing where you are going,
Because if you knew, what would you change, what would you be ever able to do?
I don’t know me, I don’t know you,
What I really want to do is create myself,
Mold the me into whatever I want to be,
Stay true to the values I hold so dear,
And preserver,
Life is not all about defense or attack,
Even if the double end sword will get me one day,
I will be able to say my last words,
They will echo to the chamber of life and death, in between,
You know what I mean?
It will reach the end of the world, the end of the universe,
Because it will be like a fire from a verse
It will hit deep and wake the gods up from their sleep,
Then, you ask me, what will happen?
What will become of you?
What will become of me?
I don’t know a thing bout you, but I will go out smiling, what will you do?