Poem: Some people

Some people are like acorns,

they fall into the unknown grounds,

and with little sunshine and a little rain,

they sprout, without knowing how,

they grow tall and are a signpost for others,

offering a safe haven in the shades.

Some people look at you,

as if they have stars in their eyes,

milky way at their feet, their thoughts

are echoes of the cosmic winds,

touching you deeply and profoundly,

gently guiding others across the night sky.

Some people have a fire in their hearts,

that no amount of water can put out,

it rages with a passion known only to them,

they burn their bridges and their cords,

from out of that smoke a phoenix rises,

again and again, for they are unstoppable.

Some people are a little lost at sea,

soaked by rain, searching for a current,

constantly plunging from a stream to a waterfall,

the secrets of the deep blue ocean are

written in their bones, maybe that's why,

they are a bit restless, always searching for home.

Poem: of love

Her skin is a shield, yet somehow he managed to reach inside

her heart, with warmth in his eyes and kindness in his voice.

They are walking their own path, yet they cross here and there,

as if they are leading in the same direction. It feels as if it's just

one long journey back to themselves. They know each other's souls.

She asks into the blank darkness of the night: "Do I reside in a corner

of your heart?" There is no reply, just a shiver running through her body.

                                                                                                    He is close by. 

Poem: The act of leaving

 

it's not that I've fallen,

but I feel stuck, as if

I've fallen down the fountain,

and my friends are just

echoes of ghosts in the walls

 

it's not that I've drowned,

but I feel as if, I'm drowning

somewhere deeper into the depths

of the dark hues of the ocean

and I'm neither heard nor seen

 

it's not that I've failed,

but I don't seem to understand

the game they are playing

as if we're actors in a masquerade

and I don't want to play my part

 

it's not that I am eager to leave,

but I don't want to be

living like this any longer

we're all growing, and sometimes

it feels as if we outgrow the space we are in