A Poem About (His) Love I met a man, gentle as a summer breeze and sweet as honey. His hands are big enough to carry my heavy-heart and bring it to a place of calmness and serenity. His blond hair is soft, as my fingers run through it, and his eyes express compassion and love … Continue reading A Poem About (His) Love
This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.
I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe? I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. … Continue reading Never Fade
I’m really sorry for being so open, so honest and true I noticed people find it odd, when you’re so ‘you’They rather cage you and keep their hand against your lips So you can’t talk about the burden, the bleeding of your chest I don’t have secrets and I don’t wish to have some I’m … Continue reading Humanness
Freedom is amazing, liberating and all I want But freedom is limiting, in a sense, causes me a heavy heart Although, ‘limiting’ might not be the right word Perhaps, freedom is just ‘scary’, in a way I’m full of responsibility and surrounded by so many possibilities I can’t blame no one else, I can’t blame … Continue reading These Days
It’s been a long time since we last spoke I was doing wonderful, I could escape almost all of my demons and ghosts For a while at least, because now we meet again It’s been months, after painful years that killed me All those knives and swords that did wound me Oh God, can’t you … Continue reading Anxiety
Confusion in my mind, confusion in my heart, confusion in my body, confusion in every part. I change with the tides, my emotions fall and rise, they tangle and clutter, they intertwine and wander. There’s this voice in my head, this song in my heart, guiding me, telling me I should go that far. Don’t … Continue reading Confusion
I wish people stopped comparing artworks. Art is not, in any way, made to be compared. There is no competition, there is no good or bad (to some extent of course). But comparing art would be like comparing feelings. ‘Oh, I feel sadder than you’ or ‘I bet you can’t carry more guilt than I … Continue reading Me & My Art
Isn’t it remarkable how we all try to control time? We sell time, we buy it, we capture and deny it. We consume products that promise us we can have control over things that are so far out of our reach. Art happens to create this illusion of the ability to control time too. Art … Continue reading Art & (The Illusion Of) Time
Sometimes I feel like I’m bothering people, with my songs, writings, emotions, feelings, or even my presence. People don’t tell me, but they may think. I am afraid they all get tired of me, or maybe they already are. It tears me up inside, this way of thinking. I don’t want to bother… but maybe … Continue reading “Too Much” or “Too Much” of an Artist?