Dear Words…

For a long time I kept receiving incorrect interpretations from you, dear words. In spite of my effort to rectify this, by ever increasing my vocabulary in the hope of getting closer to the actual Thing, I ended up increasing my frustration instead. I am very much aware of my need to still pin the…

ComforTEA

Some moons ago, a bunch of moons ago, a very vivid tea happened in very ordinary circumstances… It was the first evening tea suggested to me after a long time… The kind of tea unrelated to the flu, the cold or to any ritual… I never really drank much tea up until that moment, only…

Liebster Award (…and a few things about me)

Rules Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you. Share 11 facts about yourself. Answer the 11 questions the blogger(s) asked you. Nominate 11 bloggers and make their day! Create 11 new questions for your nominees to answer. Notify your 11 nominees. I am incredibly humbled by this nomination from: Jar of Poetry.Though at a distance, our…

A poem going somewhere…

Looking at a new word in another, unknown language makes me wonder about the matter-of-fact words in my native language; ‘Možda’… it feels strange looking at a word standing ‘alone’, it feels incredibly isolated thus cold to watch an extrapolated word that is devoid of its ‘neighbours’. Words feel like that when you, in your…

Remember to forget me…

You want to find me but you can’t… Maybe if you try to talk about finding me; to walk around me; to tell stories of my absence… You know how “exciting” it is when I’m gone, it all lights up with invocations, but it filters through your tears; the silent calls… the suffocated tantrums… This…

Over and Again

surprised for the first time for the first time shattered for the first time but a thousand times before caught between the line between nothing and all like a thousand times before petty propositions made made by the pity of.. for the first time like a thousand times before sat with silence loud wasting time,…

Cheated for air…

I once saw Something… but it was too delicate too look at for too long… I hurt it by thinking about it, but I go to bed longing for it… It get’s veiled with cheap replicas that offer themselves for a lifetime of faithfulness… I once saw Something… but I was too slow to even…

Fixing to be (feel) fixed

Believing, even from the corner of my mind, that I CAN FIX SOMEONE is the most counterproductive piece of arrogance I can possibly fall for… Yet, utterly at odds with the mind, the hardest thing to do is relax in the knowing that nothing needs fixing; rather, it just needs to be heard and given…

Pass page 30.

Let the Who and the What be whatever they are.. just observe, quietly, not interfering.. and reap, like a shore reaps the wave… Be speechless in speech, smart in dumbness… get out of the way and then some… Does it feel awkward, too close? Make some noise… whisper to yourself from far away.. make the…

The promise of excitement

It feels like a second subconscious that starts out softly, quietly… shy… I can’t hear it yet but I already sense that it’s coming… I might be imagining it, because it’s still too quiet… I wish it was what I feel it is… it feels exciting, the idea of it and sad because it’s going…