Make dreams

make dreams, from words

forge mountains, from moments

write poems, from vibes

but hide them from the world, they’ll judge …. 

it hurts, but it’s life itself

it burns, but you won’t see ashes

it freezes, but doesn’t turn to ice

it floats above, yet, mankind doesn’t see it

it’s a spoken story, you should hear it…. 

can’t sleep at night,

my brain is tearing up my heart

i’ve torn my hands to make a shadow

so thick, that light will block itself

yet, still, you’re a cold mist dripping on my head from that, forgotten shelf…

it’s raining with letters,

i can hear them as they crash on the roof

they slide on the tiles,

they stumble on each other

and finally dive in the gutters …

by the time they reach the ground

they’ve already turned to words

so I get out and lay naked on the grass

I close my eyes and open my mind

I don’t want to see them,

I want to feel them

I want to let them pass through me… 

the rain has stopped 

I’m still laying there, naked,

you shook my mind,

my body and the whole yard

It’s a simply complicated universe 

It’s awkward when you know …that

all started in a cold day, with a verse…