When the tower crumbles
When the tower crumbles, some will laugh some will cry, some will fall from the top, some will be buried below.
When the tower crumbles, better not be around better go all the way down, so you can run away.
poetry shorts
Walk
Out for a walk
I let go and let the city
dissolve me.
The road I walk
The road I walk is new.
It’s made not of stone, but dirt.
There are no road signs yet.
And no bridges to cover the rivers.
The road I walk is new,
so people think that it is hard.
“How do swim?” “Don’t you get dirty?”
“How do you cope with all that uncertainty?”
But actually, I am not concerned with all that.
I am not in a rush,
I am not lazy
I am prepared to go wherever my road takes me.
There is only one kind of obstacle that puts me off:
having to go through other people’s highways.
The road I want to go through is new.
Made, like mine, not of stone, but dirt.
Maybe some road signs, but just a few.
Enough to lead me,
to the person who builds it.
Love
Every time you eat mushrooms,
I have to try them too.
Cause, if the mushrooms turn out to be poisonous and you die of slow and painful dead,
I will die as well.
I once dreamed that I was dying,
You were beside me, I turned to you and said,
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I want to forget
I want to forget Gaza.
I want to forget the pain.
I want to forget all dumb jokes, old song lyrics.
I want to forget that most things ever happened,
as remembering makes everything tedious.
Forces you to become a bureaucrat of your memories, to look everything up.
As if you don’t know.
I want to forget it all
So the person of the next moment
can finally
start anew.
I don't want to lose the human in me
I don’t want to lose the human in me,
I don’t want to have to see the world through their ways.
I don’t want to have to feel through their point of view,
To be locked inside it like an alien in a space suit.
I don’t have to lose the human in me.
Simply because noone has to do anything.
I’d never choose death before life,
But if death it is, let it at least be a real one.
Wresling my ego
Wresling with my ego,
“It’s gonna hurt me a lot more,
than it hurts you.”