POETRY

SPEAK YOUR MIND

Why is it sometimes so hard to simply say what we are feeling out loud? Inside we are thinking, we are feeling, we are breathing into what it is that is limiting us, But we constrain ourselves from expressing it.   We allow ourselves to move through motions of confusion, As we have become so…

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN

Can you smell it? The smell of dirtiness and misery;  The lack of dignity on this train?   Can you hear it? The noise of loneliness and poverty; The cracking ice and the pouring rain? I can smell it.  I can hear it.    Every day.  In every train.     The 5% unemployment rate of…

TO THE RAIN

rain, come, fall in this desert that happened string naked the clouds teach us to drop the leaves the tears the luggage words and sorrows those that weigh with no more validity and utility with no further message.   teach us to let go of what is no longer ours the now that was and…

CREATURES

chalked with sun dustspinning smilesreflected on their filed teeth the melody of the past.their fangs grew at duskselfish desirepierced their dehydrated lips and exposed new powers. think of their claws, dipped in molassesdripping sauces orof their tongues caressing the ethergrazing egos andsanding their gyri. look at their hooves, drenched in glucosetastes like raspberry, blackberry, blueberrygazes…

SET ME FREE

They all want me except you. Why can’t you look at me like they do? They all say my kisses are the best. How could you resist them with my body pressed against your chest? You said you missed me and kissed me on the forehead, But you didn’t want to have me in your…

BERLIN IS A DRUG

Berlin is controversial. It’s big, messy and dirty. But it’s also full of life, art, and History. Berlin is bittersweet. It’s dark, but enlightening. It is haunted by the ghosts of the past, but lives reinless in the present. It’s creation, and it’s destruction. New constructions and bombed buildings. The skyscrapers in Potsdamer Platz and…