THE WOUND

I'm not a simple case.

I'm not simply alone.

I have an open wound'

it won't heal.

But I have one day at a time,

only one day'

each day comes

I have to start over,

each day.

I will only get  worse,

the pain is hard to live with.

I lost my half life with this and more, 

because I cannot stand IT.

Perhaps I'll live a long time like this...

I must have the faith to get better.

How much I love him!

I won't wish him to see me down.

I wished to be full of life

and to be with him.

I must stay away, see...

I hurt him all the time.

I must find more faith

to  do the best I can...

I just do not give in to the despair.

I won't give up'there is hope.

Always there is hope'

that is what people always tell me.

THE OTHERS

                                                                                                                        

I'm living in my perfect bubble,

Seeing only the colours of my rainbow.

There are people out in the streets'

looking to the blue sky,

whispering their surprise for the beauty of the twilight.

MY SAD POETRY

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How could I explain, my friend?

You are telling me,

I'm too sad in poetry.

You 're shouting: "Enough!

Stop growling! Try mesmerizing!"

Oh please don't!Don't ask

to interfere in my poetry.

I don't write for fun neither for fame.

My poetry is a kind of my soul's cure.

I seek being tuned with others,

who are feeling the same.

I scream to be heard

to lessen my stress,

to amplify my joy.

I write mostly 'cause

I don't want to cry anymore.

I just need to expose my soul.

Do you think I would do this,

if I didn't suffer? I'm in pain.

THE RELATIONSHIP

I'm waiting for you.
I seek for our talking yet
not having  sense.


I wonder often.
What do I do with you now?
I'm retarding.


Perhaps just you give 
me though the necessary 
serenity.


I'm so exhausted 
to run  these crazy races, 
wherein I'm trapped .


I always fly alone
chased, tangled in painful nets,games
of charlatans.


You didn't demanded,
eventually nothing more:
than to be near.


I want you to love
me as long as I'll love you:
until the end.


Perhaps together
we will find the perfect cure
for our bad wounds.


Maybe with you
I will close  my eyes at last
in soothing peace.


How strange in deed.
I didn't  even craved for you
passionately.


You're not my lover.
The man I loved in passion 
was lost away.


He  ignored my  pain.
You are now standing by me
instead of him.


I really need you
To hold my hand,to encourage...
Do not leave me.


You'll  always need me.
Because you are so lonely,
just as I do.

PSYCHO

My dear psychotic,

you look at me

as if you own me,

as if I 've ever been

your possession.

To your cold blue eyes

I 'm reflecting ugly and small.

You have no right on me!

You gave me some,

I gave you your world.

You insist your world is mine too.

That's wrong, 

at liest there is a place

completely mine.

My paradise is warm and wellcoming.

There is a real lover there,

who is looking at me

as if I was his fairy,

who is thinking I have needs too,

who is making me feel worthy.

Take your pills and try

to bear my loneliness...

Don't worry! 

I have nothing but a dream 

anymore.

You can break it anytime you wish.

Just by waking me up.

ALLURENCE

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Your photos are everywhere.

Eyes are looking for me endlessly.

Green-maroon eyes.

Eyes shadowed  by tears.

I want to kiss them,

To kiss your soft lips.

EIMAI MANA

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TO MY MOTHER

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I have a Mother ...
My start, my principle .
Powerless,
the all mighty.
Scared,
the fearless.
Tired,
The tireless.
Confused,
the straight.
My life offered bitterness to her .
She dreamed of me
to walk on rose petals.
And whenever I paw thorns,
she was bleeding, against my will.
I have a Mother.
I didn't ever  reach her deeds
She always was in front of me in the battle,
I  always was following her.
I have a Mother ...
Mother, be calm!
Stay with me.
Hold on, as long as you can.
I will miss you unbearably,
when you'll go ...
Have I ever let you know?

ΣTH MANA MOY

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