Scribble: Winter

 

Poem: Heartbeat

Our eyes are timeless,

the universe looking back at itself,

wordlessly.

Hold your gaze a little longer,

everything can change

in a blink of an eye.

Years and the days we lived,

our paths cross again and again.

Stand close to me, heart to heart,

where we seemed to be tied.

Let me run my fingertips over your

neck and chest, and meet your heartbeat.

Nothing stays, but this lingering feeling,

of a distant home, so close I could taste it.

Poem: Torchbearer

 

When I think I've reached the bottom,

you show me new depths of love,

as if it's an endless well,

and your voice echoes inside.

 

Unintentionally, we touch each other

in a million ways; your road is yours to walk,

and I admire your actions and decisions.

 

There is freedom in finding ourselves,

our life is ours to live, courageous are those

who can just be and know themselves.

 

I was rushing for a future self,

but you taught me life is not to be rushed.

 

Everything is as it should be.

 

Surrender to the quiet,

what you feel is yours.

Poem: Endless possibilities

 

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.

Poem: My mirror know all my secrets

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."

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- This was fun, written as a prompt. 

Poem: Hidden in childhood

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