I tend to write poetry when I'm feeling particularly angsty, sad, or when something important happens in my life. Until now, I never sowed it to anyone, but someone told me that I should share it, that it would make me feel better.
I hope reading these lines will make you feel what I felt while writing them.
Please enjoy, and don't hesitate to comment.
Colors
Blue is the color of my mother's eyes
As my father shared green with my sister and me
Blue is the color of the summer skies
Shadows in the snow, and the color of the sea.
Red is the color of autumn sunsets
Of my sister's lips when she goes to a party
Red is the color of blood, as it lets
Life flow in my veins, and those of my family
Green is the color of my father's eyes
Of spring leaves, hope and liberty
Green is the color of my own eyes
Full of life, pain, joy, and dreams.
Green, blue and red are held in all our eyes
They code for the colors of our screens
Green, blue and red, in our minds pixellized
Swirling into white, and scarring my pupils
Cat
Soft fur
Soulful purr
Diamond-tipped claws
Bright eyes
Young yet wise
Still untameable
Sweet cat
Silly cat
With freedom in his soul
Grief
When we watch the stars, shining bright, like pinpricks of light
From far above the clouds, hair flying in the windy night
The glinting of silver from the towers of the city
A stronghold called home, standing for eternity
Yet I feel so alone
When I watch in the early morning
I see a star is missing
From the unending sky
And I ask the Heavens: 'Why?'
Knowing they won't answer
To any of our prayers
They didn't for our brothers
Before they were pulled under
And yet still we remain
In the shadows-against dawn's veil
Their presence unfading
Against our hearts, still beating
We look joyful and happy
Yet inside we're so lonely
Realizing all one day ends
We lie awake in our beds
A piece is missing
In our lives and it leaves
A black hole in our souls
And at night our calls
Are filled with hope and fear
For those who cannot hear
And those who won't answer
Why are you gone, my brother?
Oh, how I want you here
How I wish you were near
But the one who took you made it so
That no one alive may follow
I wish for the ones who left
Without a kiss goodbye
To come back, able to say
"I'll never leave" and not lie
But no more will we ever
See those faces and those smiles
Hear their voices (brother, sister)
And their laughter echoeing for miles
Until we join them when in our graves we lie.
Star
I love you more than the moon ever loved the stars
More than the sun will ever love the skies
There was a star, bound westwards and it caught your eyes
So you chased, and took all that I have,
All that I am with you, and left me behind
So I shall wait, beloved, and here remain
Until that star guides you to me again
What do you see?
I see a man who owns a great treasure,
Yet is unable to access it.
I see a man who has been broken,
Yet still finds the strength to remain standing.
I see a man running after birds,
Like an idiot,
Because no one ever told him he had wings.
And in this room, I count ten men who could help him
Yet not a single one who will.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
