I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly ~Franz Kafka
Our morning dance
tenderly
intense
the taste of the moon
nights of violent light
the greed kiss that burns
my skin drowning in fire
my thighs
and your love
free to sink
in oceans of me
Lips writing stories
your touch deep in my cells
poems on my teeth
drinking happiness from your glass
and the way you play piano
fills my soul
You sing my morning
And my body
whispers
pull me closer,
pull me closer…
The grass is green enough under my feet
And the sun is sun enough
The air reaches my lungs through my nostrils
And there are thousand of poems unread
That’s enough to make me feel good
Pink marker, do you worship a man?
Preaching so called glorious lessons through elevate words
When in fact things are so simple
Because our nature is love
And when I turn off my wifi I still feel good.
I like to take notes
And his screams are reaching my ears
Gasoline sound
He usually sets me on fire through that
But now I managed to stay calm
And the storm he started in me faded away
Because I could see he had a hard day
I could feel compassion
And I accomplished the challenge number three
The one you gave to me
Do something you don’t like and see
that there’s is always a way to set yourself free
Ashes to ashes and words fired up
And when my world goes mad I say stop
I only want the sun to burn me, not anything else
I can’t be like Bukowski
Burning in water, Drowning in flame
Love is love
Love doesn’t bring pain
If you think it does,
Consider to think about it again.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down/ and there is of course madness and terror too/ in knowing that some part of you/ wound up like a clock can never be wound again once it stops/ sad, sad/ your feelings boiling over flame/ get this down ~Charles Bukowski
Cuvintele mi-au fugit de pe buze
Simțurile au luat-o razna
și-au format
Furtuni de lumină
puternice, devastatoare, difuze
Straturi din mine peste straturi din tine
Zgârieturi discrete
purtate pe antebraț săptămâni la rând,
Las emoțiile să mă inunde
din când în când
Zilele de luni au gust de extaz
Pe cele de miercuri le transform în haos
Uneori îl măsor cu un compas
Diminețile mă redescopăr
Iar la final de zi îmi ascult liniștea
Și deshid cutia cu zâmbete cu care mă acopăr
Tristețile le las deoparte
De ce să le iau cu mine în pat când pot lua o carte?
“Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth <You owe me>. Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.” ~Hāfiz, persian poet
Mi-am pictat noaptea în vise
M-am trezit cu gust de tine
într-o dimineață rece
Să aud picuri de ploaie
Să aud sunete de pian
Ploaie de note muzicale
Emoții transformate ușor în rafale
O să îți o aduc cană de ceai fierbinte
amestecat cu iubire
Pentru diminețile cu gust de mentă
Și gândurile mele pierdute în perna ta.
Dezbrăcată de frici și de gânduri,
Tot ce mai am de făcut e
să scriu,
să iubesc,
să scriu,
să iubesc.
I measure time by the days I’ve spent away from you
that thought occurred to me
as I watched the sky go dark from blue
~Haiku, Lana del Rey
Saudade
The most musical word
I have ever heard
13 May
In May and everyday
They say it takes 10 thousand hours
to master a skill
Can you master the longing for someone?
And when you get there
What happens?
Do you reach the peak of something close to despair
Or you just feel at peace?
Or maybe
Resigned
I wonder
I can’t know
I’m longing for someone
But a little different
I have a passion for languages
I am a human who loves words
Some people call this a logophile
Once I had fun counting in how many languages
I know to say the word beer
just like alcohol would matter for me
I like to write poems late at night
I love in your direction
Muttering words hoping they’ll reach somewhere
close to you
Words like
I miss you
Te extrano
Tu me manques
Sinto a tua falta
Îmi e dor de tine…
saudade/saʊˈdɑːdə/noun= (especially with reference to songs or poetry) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament.
I’m upset, I have complaints and I get sad
It’s not that I feel different
or that I lost connection with what I love
And I don’t mind that I don’t get to show my face to the sun
And that the strangers don’t smile to me no more
That I don’t get to wear my pretty dresses
That I’ve missed the spring that I’ve been dreaming and planning all winter for
But time…
is something weird
I forget things even if I have a great memory
I recall memories and everything’s there
But I can’t feel your touch on my skin
And it’s really hard to explain what I mean.
I’ve practiced dancing and yoga,
meditation and french
And I get to write more poetry now
I think I’m even getting better at it
And I love these mountains
even though I never explored them
never walked barefoot on the grass
Just on the street
when I was little
And I used to be scolded
like walking barefoot is something wrong
Something that shouldn’t be done
forbidden and
dirty
Not for a child like me
Who has let school and society tell me
Who I should be.
Dear Earth,
Mother Nature,
roots
I belong here,
but at the same time I don’t
and it’s strange
But I’ve abandoned myself completely
in another place.
86, 400 seconds each day,
How many of them would you like to stay?
Kiss me one silent night
And I’ll answer you with my silence
Or I will write
Replying through a poem,
Or a 7 page short thought
You said it’s like a review
And that may be true.
The place where I’ve abandoned myself,
A blue pillowcase and a bookshelf
A street that I thought that I know,
but I didn’t
A button and number 7,
The elevator and I was close to heaven.
Your arms-strong
and my fingers shaking,
Something inside of me
both building and breaking
My whispers,
The soundtrack to your dreams
All is well,
Or so it seems.
Love me…
Once
Twice
Once again
Love me…
Calm love
Space
Peace
Yoga mat
And morning coffee.
Cuddle
Bubble bath love
Purple crystals
Chill music
And you…
I live the poetry that I didn’t know to write
Letting it consume me.
My body knows unheard songs
Just like my heart knows things that I can’t talk about.
Absolute silence.
I’ll let your hand cover my mouth
Your fingers must have magic in them.
What does magic taste like?
Madness.
15 June.
Temporary madness turned into something more serious.
For sure.
Where your hands belong…
Temple of love.
I will tremble,
If you come closer, you could feel
The earthquakes of me.
“It’s been a while since you heard from me, I stay alone, protect my energies/Found a little love, lost my sanity/Here’s to good people, good nights/Some tears, some stress/But I count my blessings/Here’s to good music, great sex/Little time to feel alive…”
A landscape of curves
Edges and nerves
Sharp and soft
A mind and the ribs
Flat chest and a huge smile
Thousand of verses in one file.
Looking like a painting
Dying to speak, but unable
On every human, a label
She’s no exception
But an unique perception
She’s not just
what we have been taught
in anatomy lessons
Though, it’s simpler than that
Or complicated when it comes about emotions
But when she’s loving
She’s insanely intense
And it makes a lot of sense
In the patterns of shadows
And the blissing light
Who show a human who loves to write.