Monaxi Iadi
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
Monaxi Iadi
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
For a world with more poetry reading and poetry writing. Poetry is needed, poetry saves! š«¶š¼
I know you wish
To fill the void
Donāt be selfish
Do not avoid
I know you care But donāt you dare Thatās not the way you heal a soul
Weāre all a whole Bunch of a hole And it wonāt ever disappear
So have no fear Embrace the emptiness Donāt fill it up With liquid happiness
Donāt run away Let it be true It came to stay That hole on you
Just find a way To start again To teach your heart Itās not the end
Although itās hard
Let it be true
Cause once you start
It brights the blue
You wonāt break apart
So just break into
Knowing this dark
Is part of you
Ten years ago, that was it. The end of the line. Our words no longer rhymed because there was no thing we hadnāt been. Weād done it all. Weād been it all. Together, intertwined like two brave climbing herbs embracing the walls of young life. And that was it.
Life decided that way and asked me to choose between a knife and a ticket. The knife would cut the ticket, and the root of us two. The ticket would stab my heart and take me far away from you. I chose the ticket. It was for the best. Memory may be the last way of life, but is the lasting one . Nostalgia may be the last way of love, but is love that never ends.
Ten years from thenā¦ here we are. Itās funny how you grew up and you still look the same for me. Itās like you needed to get bigger so that your soul could fit on mine again.
Maybe thereās indeed a reason for whatever this life is. Maybe time needs space such as space needs time. Maybe we needed this silence so we could remember not to yell. Maybe we didnāt need ten years away from each other. Maybe all we needed was ten years closer to ourselves. Maybe all we needed was ten years of stories, to now have ten years of stories to tell.
The safety of a tongue That dances barefoot The very first song The melody of a root
Where No silence is too big No trust is yet to dig Flaws have no blame Fears have no shame
Where The morning face Doesnāt need to hide The closest place To the deep inside
There Is nowhere far away Nowhere near I would want to stay Rather than Here
Last tuesday noon I went to a bar I walked out with a scar I walked in with a wound
With so much liquor to fall into With so many drinks on the wall With so many ways I could fall I think I just fell for you
And at a glance
I walked right to her side
āExcuse me, maāam
By any chance
Are you the love of my life?ā
āI think I amā
The last breath of a word Of a loving castaway:
-Land in sight
The last breath of a word On a dark loverās way:
Blood on your hands You murdered a poet On the very first day He started writing
Right on its head You shot the bird On the very first day He started flying
You killed the wound Right away Without even trying To let it heal
You shot the dream of a man You broke the deal
And you broke it all when It was all becoming real
Beyond these four walls around me
There is a world of kind
There are all the things about me
Iām still yet to find
And I wonāt linger Cause Iām more than just a loss Iām more than a finger And thereās so much yet to cross
And Iāll have to leave behind The shape of a footprint To read between the lines And shades of my fingerprint
Iām more than a boundary I am the dream Of the other side
And to be found and free I must seek Another way to climb
For all the time sold To a blindfold Of horizon
For all the tight mold Of a white gold To a diamond
For every bad flu shiver Iāll feel Iāll find a brand new river to heal Inside
Cause once we lose, once we win Once redemption, once a sin Once we find our sun ray Once we loose it halfway
But a man is more than every fall Than every river He once drowned
A man is each and every wall Heās brave enough To take down
So buy me your wings And sell me a pen To write all the dreams I possibly can
So buy me a word
And sell me a plan
To search the world
And find me again
If only I had no fear
To set free my desire
This winter thatās always near
I wouldāve set it on fire
To set free my desire For winter to leave my shelf I wouldāve set it on fire But Iām the fire myself
For winter to leave my shelf I couldāve washed it away But Iām the fire myself I would be gone anyway
I couldāve washed it away Or maybe thereās nothing I can do I would be gone anyway āCause maybe Iām this winter too
The skin is written on shame and pride The silent room is slowly shrinking
The secret grows And as it goes Nobody knows This man is sinking
As stressing as it may feel Confessing will make it real For how long will he resist The urge of loudly thinking
The skin is written on shame and pride The silent room is slowly shrinking And there is no more place to hide The truth inside a sinner blinking
The simple bright of the Autumn light Breaks the shadow of a man. Reveals the freezing winter land He has been dealing inside. Never does but always might Leave his mind and search a friend. Always thinks the pain will end. The lie he tells, the bait he bites.
Winterās coming and he keeps waiting For the the rain to fill his hole. Begging the skies for Autumn to leave.
It was never about the weather. Rain wonāt wash a drying soul. Its about the broken heart of the walking Autumn leave.