Will you be my friend?

It’s all His hand, it’s His idea:

He tells me the joys you share,

Calls on me when you shed tears.

You know my friend,

Maybe we shall pretend?

No need to hear my voice,

Or to see my eyes,

When you see them brown,

 The light sees them shine.

My comments will tell,

Whom and what I like

My pictures will show,

Who and what I am.

No need to feel my presence;

You now know my charm.

Ever seen you?  Heard of you?

Watched you grow through pictures,

When you ask: ever met before?

My, sure, in caricature

Virtually he suggested

You as my friend,

 Intrigued me by

 The cello in your hands.

On our own,

 Maybe we would‘ve met,

Maybe stared at a painting

 On a wall,

In an Art museum like we use to,

 Like we use to wonder,

 Who is that boy, who is that girl?

In the picture, what is in her?

Now Facebook tells you

She is whom you see,

He is whom you should seek

The friend you will never be,

For an added name on your list.

IT...

It's a broken glass,
It's the stolen pass
It's a pain that lasts
It's the dying grass.

It's the beat in the air,
It's the throb of  fear
It's the fall of a tear
It's the weight to bear.

It's a wounded love
It's a captured dove
It's an iron glove
It's the heat above

It's the never ending
It's the constant bleeding
It's the heart pending
It's the final mending.

It's the censured name
It's the unspoken shame
I'ts the rejected blame
It's the raging flame.

It's the supreme breath
It's the name of death
It's the eternal rest
It's the ultimate test.

G.od why?

Tell me God what have I done; tell me God what is it?

Why do you allow me to be pierced? Why do you allow their knife to hit?

Does my pain color your world? Do my tears fill up your sea?

Please tell them how much I hurt, please show them how deep I bleed

I used to pray

For my soul to be slay

If only peace

Would claim its place.

But the never ending

Thump and beating

Steals the air

Of a heart at risk.

Oh, God why don’t you?

Hear me, hear my plea.

See my pain, see my grief.

Let me breathe, let me be.

Only You,

Know my wish:

To disappear, to forget

So many tears, a secret,

A soul  at see, 

A hope in me;

For a life,

That will never be. 

Gone

You said we all feel,
You said loving is real.
You chased away the magic
And  was left to heal.

You said we all yearn
You said each gets a turn
You threw away my heart
And I was left to burn.

One touch,
one breath,
You let it fly.
If never caught
It will soar high..

When you'll be searching
See me through the stars
See me be,
Me who was left
burning to heal.

I apologize if some of this doesn't make to much sense to you, I've just written it and will probably want to make some changes, but hey this was my inspiration :)

What is the Cure?

Doctor, 
What is it?
A heart that beats too fast
Haunted eyes,
A mind still in the past
Sleepless nights.
I can no longer go home
Banished. 
Doctor
Why is it?

Dream in The Night

One of those nights

When the moon

The wonders,

Dreams of reality

The silent wind,

Quiet harmony

Chants the

Cry of her aching wounds.

One of those moments

Without tune

The broken voice,           

Fading melody

The beauty,

Perfect purity

Isolates the

 Sky above the dunes.

At last, yes

 It awakes

The sound,

Charity of a soul

The moan,

Pain of the cold

Defies the

                Loss of a heartbreak.  

At last, yes

 It knows

The peace,

The shine of gold

The envy,

The power it holds

Captures the

 Instant and runs.

  

Burn and Write

Write without thinking,                                      
Words accusing                                              
Pointing at life and denouncing                          
Freedom of our minds                                      
Blindness of our hearts.                                    
Try to scream                                                  
Understand the feeling                                    
Resisting.                                                          
You want to know,                                        
You want to feel                                              
Touch the sun
Change it's color
Burn your soul
Rest forever.

The Dream of the Lonely

When the sun goes down,
When birds cease to sing,
And when night laughs at you,
You know you're on your own.

They all deserted
To the land of the dreams,
A land where you'll find,
No welcoming peace.

So you'll wonder around,
Searching for the key
To escape the mind,
The grip of the diseased.

Alternative text:
When the sun goes down. when the last train is out of sight, when the birds sing good night, you;re on your own. You enter a dimension where all dreams are accessible as long as they are only dreams. When you reenter reality, you aren't allow to talk about whom you are and what you've done in the other world.
And if they ever become true in this world, you'll have to start all over. Find another world to escape to and make sure it can never be caught.
In your search of utopia, you might encounter disguised devils. They'll tell you what to hope for and what to believe. they'll tell you where to go and what to feel. They'll paint the line between the land of dream and the land of life.The painting will become your reality, without anywhere to escape to anymore.
You are trapped in this world for better and for worse.

The Will

So you say

                You can sing,

   You think

                You can rule,

   You know

                You can be.

But can you

                Hear my chant?

       Can you

                Set me free?

       Can you

                Be for me?

 We all have it in us. 

We can all love, we can all give, we can all take. 

Often, we just don't know how. Often, we just have to ask.

But your voice isn't the one of the world, 

your voice speaks to you and none other.

Alone, you go searching, hoping to find 

 bits of humanity.

My Life As a Scorpio

They say we were all born under the stars.
They say they serve your luck.
The stars watch over you,        cry when you cry,     rejoice for your joys           and scream for your pain.
My stars have forgotten how to smile,
have lost their voices to my pain
and dried out their eyes for my tears.

The Scorpio in me, won't let me be.
I should've been a worm, and let the Scorpio overtake me. Instead,
I am there to lead, with no follower.
I am there to love, with no believer.
I am there to give, with no voucher.
That is the life of us Scorpios. The intensity and verity of our feeling are too much for other stars to carry.
It is a heavy weight, it is a scary gift.
Nothing is as precious as love,
but when is real,
you all flee.
Because us Scorpio, we mean what we feel.

The Heart of a City

Woman’s heel beating on the sidewalks, you hear life rushing.

You hear it but you can’t see it.

Where is the heart of the city, where could it be?

All you see is bright lights, teasing hair, glowing eyes and shallow tears.

Lost in the crowded streets, you call out to the trees.

Down there, chuckles and words bounce off their body, ripple down the road, and straight into the sea.

Gone is the mind, gone is the spirit.

The smoke of their dreams brings you back to reality.

Welcome to the island of utopia, welcome to the city.

You thought you loved, you thought you believed

But define the heart that stands for every feeling.

Behind every motion, behind what you call meaning;

Sunk in the sea of action, emptiness is spreading.  

How will we walk, how can we talk?

How can we disrupt, the calm that is raging?

Watch us, and you’ll learn how we move.

Listen and you’ll know what we chose.

Our heels are beating, our hearts are breathing.

It is in this city, that we will live to be.

To be and to laugh, to hope and to watch

To become who’ve you become,

But to never let it be,

The last word of destiny.   

The Way We Feel

She walked through the street,

                Of the busy city

The rush of the cars,

                Passing by in a hurry

The hiss of the wind,

                Flying through buildings

The colorful leaves,

                Falling and twirling

The gaze of a stranger,

                Telling her no worry.

She can see, she can feel

But she holds the key,

                                To her captivity.

While her eyes search for words,

                Her lips remain locked.

She welcomes in her world,

Loneliness and deceit.

She wishes she could,

                If only, seize the hand

Of those who want to,

                Feel her shine.

Instead she turns her back,

                She traverses the road

                                To the empty path.

But she walks and smiles,

                Is friendly and versatile

You’ll see her, you’ll love her,

                Yet you’ll never know

                                What’s really in her?

For too long I have remained quiet. I have given, taken, loved and hated. But there is always someone to share it with. Someone who can understand and doesn’t need to know why. It’s simply the way I feel. So I’ve decided to start blogging to all of you out there who may be looking for a way to be heard and understood without risking your heart.