My head under water,
browsing through my thoughts,
or so I think, they are mine.
Somewhere, when things get
quiet, I can hear the beating
of a drum, the rhythm
so indistinctly mine.
Birds flying, leaving no
trace behind, on the deep
blue canvas. Inside of us
are endless stories, some
happy, some sad, yet
infinitely ours. Inside of us
are endless possibilities,
no matter how broken
we've become.
I cannot hide, you portray me without question
my ebb and flow, my dark and light
you're my constant friend, and I
cannot look at you and lie,
'cause lets face it, I'd be
lying to myself, right in the face
you may not have all the answers,
but you're a good listener,
and here's a little secret for you to keep:
" I don't know who I should become…
but maybe it's enough to know
who I don't want to become."
*
- This was fun, written as a prompt.
you become…
somewhere between ploughing the fields
with bare
hands and feet
climbing
rocks and trees
because
daylight demands
to be
soaked into your skin
you become…
somewhere
between wishful thinking
and
dreaming of your hearts desires
music
taking you to new heights
bathing in the lake of your imagination
do you
notice what you gain and what you lose?
you become…
a stranger
to the child you once were
so distant
and cold, not at all innocent
yet you
keep returning back to childhood
as a
magnet, hidden in those days is a story
of how your
personality unfolded
you become…
yourself,
somewhere on the path
like a
caterpillar turns into a butterfly
you find your voice
© Natašek
Leaves are falling,
Flying before coming down
As my days are passing
Colour like memory fades
Reminding me I should leave,
Yet something is still keeping me here
I asked for empathy
Yet we lost the human touch
Somewhere in the system
Remember when you were young,
How long ago that seems now
Yet deep inside you,
You don't feel a day older
The same girl, the same boy
The same essence,
But with a little less spark in the eyes
Your light shines in everything you do
Everything is connected somehow
Which path you choose,
The people you meet,
Can we help each other sing?
in the garden where
the wildflowers grow
I heard a wolf howling, deep into the night
sadness all his own; it made me think of you.
so close but living distant lives,
what force still binds us together?
I plunge into the eye of the storm
soul restless, searching for harbor
please, just persevere.
I blow into the dandelion puff
they dance into the air,
so weightless and free
in this darkness, things
that truly matter - shine.
just watch, with
curious eyes,
everything falls in its place.
It's been a hard week. I feel so lost and caught, not seeing a way out.
we're gazing at each other over the sea
looking at the rippled reflection we leave behind
draw me a map of your wounds and bruises
let's kiss each others scars
the life we live
is the shadow we leave behind
all the yesterdays,
all the tomorrows
are rooted inside you,
into your experience of I
we tell our stories in our own voice
our heartbeat is written into the soil
our hands touch
and our reflections merge into one
I dive into the water, homesick,
I will wait for you there.
But what if it burns?
Let it.
Let it burn the shell
in which you are wrapped,
Let it burn through the chamber of your heart,
Let it tear down the walls,
which hide you inside,
Let it clench your soul at the center,
Let it show you the darkness
that has consumed you,
Let it burn away your old dreams,
Let it smoke out the shadows
behind which you've been hidden,
Let it all take place,
And return into the new dawn,
You are stronger than you think.
We climb mountains of fear
and swim rivers of grief
Inner demons we fight
Boat is our heart
mind the captain
navigating through
the forest of wisdom
The thoughts of your past
are weighting you down
Body holding memories
When it starts to burn
at the staircase of your heart
Everything will start to gain new meaning
Restless soul
trapped in your own thinking
can't follow the rhythm of the heart
feeling the distant abandonment
of the life we wished we lived
We don't carve with chisel and hammer
but with thoughts and feelings
Lets heal the wounds
that bled for generations
into the earth, which
we all call home.
*
Some things have started to bug me. There has been a lot of disappointments, but I am in my haven, safe. Still it burns in my heart, my soul searching for something more....
How your body wraps
around my curves
The instant comfort,
a safe haven
Empty your heart on me.
Flowers on the window
Thunder rolling closer
Your tired body in my lap
Hot like a stone in the sun
Your heavy breathing,
the only sound I focus on
Church bells ringing, helicopter landing
We all plunge into the hard days
without warning
Feeling under pressure
in this playground
Not knowing full well
Which road should we choose
Second guessing ourselves
Looking for a purpose in our days
It feels like we're creating
our own way the best we know how
We can find comfort in the thought
We will manage anything
life throws at us
enjoying
the freedom the great outdoors offer
I think of
all the rooms in which I stood
hoping to fit in
All they've
taught me
was how to
hide
and dress
myself in armour
Excusing
myself and explaining why
you
wouldn't love me anyway
yet at the
same time
yearning to
hear these words
"You
are loved just as you are,
stand your
ground, you are enough."
Searching
for a connection
yet closing
myself in solitude
Fearing
abandonment
asking
"why must I be?"
How deep
the river flows?
How deep do
the wounds reach?
Sadness
gets comfortable
like a
second skin
but so does
anger
- showing
us where it hurts,
if we pause
to hear it speak
And not throw it around,
for it grows and multiplies
If you could sell your memories,
would you?
Would it
hurt less not to feel them
but feel
the numbness of them gone
living a
life of their own on the pages?
We're never
finished, always falling and rising
it's only
in darkness that we see the light
The person
we were exists somewhere in time
You're gone
but not actually gone
the image
of you interchanges
Some people
never leave -
names
linger in the chambers of our hearts
like
memories behind a tombstone
They've
left, but not actually left
souls hang
on to each other,
intertwined.
*
Inspired by book Binding by Bridget Collins.
I get lost in the smell of trees
mixture of fresh and old
the rain exploring the boundaries
my ears searching for sound
to numb the silence
finding home in the wind
running till the dawning light
like a wolf, my heart on fire
eternity of the night
calming like the oceans waves
it covers that part of the heart
that seems to be missing something
I have waited here for you, unknowingly
I have found such calm in your eyes, unexpectedly
a feeling of coming home
as the storm rages on
I have always known your heartbeat
the waves so similar to mine
life unfolds before us
as we move from one crossroad to the next
our souls pulling us to the place,
where we belong, to life lived in peace
it's such a long-lasting journey
back
home.
