closed eyes?

In the dark I can't see
I stretch my arm.. it disappears..
I disappear...

I open my eyes...
it becomes clear:
Life is easy with eyes closed.

I choose to open my eyes, to see the challanges of life. I rather live in disturbing daylight, than live in indifferent darkness.
photograph from: www.users.ms11.net

I AM!

I am the shadows of a lost woman,
give me back my name…

I am the forbidden word of a fragmented world…
I am the unknown dream…

I am the dark seas,
be aware!
For you're about to drown,
in a drop…
photograph from: www.allposters.com

differance!

On foot I walked,
the shadowy path of life…
With a sharp gaze I looked,
at dimly human ignorance…

I chose to forget my own name…
I'm difference!
The world appeared not the same…
possibilities!

image from: http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk

I've been there

I never wiped my feet...
the sand of beach... still playfully dance on it...

My heart will ever beat...
for things it can't reach... and I'll always love it...

photo from: www.orlandoattractions.com

Life?

The face of life looked at me,
quietly pale..
to be what IT wants to be?
to fail?

I threw a stone...
it reached there..
where life becomes Me.

photograph by: MrCam.

Life

In the sailor's eye,
the boat slept on shore..
the moon kissed the sky,
and he cried no more...

through the eyes of the sailor, I saw, that life can be whatever we want it to be.. through our eyes, we creat life, we constitute life... life is what we see in life...

My Love 2

From his palm emerged,
mountains of agony...
In my eyes they swayed,
and I shed his tears...

Photograph from: www.findharmony.com

There's Light

I wake up, and I wake up...
it's still a dream?
As hard as I can, I scream..
yet I can't hear myself..

I try to open the door..
It's locked?
I stretch my fingures underneath it,
there's light...
it's warmly warm.

Potograph from: www.opendoor.com

Him

With thankful lips I kissed life,
it kissed me back, carefully harsh...

With a leap I reached where,
love becomes him...

Photographer: Christian Fournier.

My Love

A drop of rain
flirted with his eye...
he smiled,
so did I..

On the brook we danced,
hand in hand..
with jealousy the brook glanced,
so did the land.

photograph from: drinkerthinker.com

An Artist

Between my peaceful sheets I looked,
for a dying dream.
For I came to realize,
I can give away life...

Photographer: Paul Snieckus Jr.

Her Eyes

In her eyes I saw,
a frightened tear,
careful not to drown,
her heartless lashes...

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Truth

Like a rose unwelling to bloom,
I refused to leave bed.
For happiness turned to gloom,
yet.. I cease to be dead!

Figuring where the truth lies,
I've seen queer things.
For it exists on bunch of lies,
and indeed... it truely stings.

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Betrayal

My soul was shattered into a thousand pieces,
and spread over a dying leaf...

to my fun companion, my everlasting charm. Appearances fail, deceive, and fool us. I know you are hurt, and i know you are STRONG.

Ballerina

Little naked ballerina,
dancing out of tones,
broke her tiny music box,
with her delicate bones...

photograph by: Ally Attisano.

Pain

Only once I felt pain,
pain has been painless since then.
So quite and so plain,
as it comes over and over again.

Photographer: Jon Bruschi.

Weary beach won't take,
shattered love stories.
Its fading waves won't break,
their existing realities.
No more...

Photographer: Jon Broschi.

Memories, time, and life...

How empty and lost I am without,
my past and memories.
I'm not going to shut them out,
for they are... what I am.

How lovely is time,
we can travel in it whenever we want,
to moments extreme and prime,
to find what we once had lost.

In each life there's a bench,
where you can observe and see,
how alive life is how rich,
how wonderful it can be!

!

In my closet it laid,
vile, proud, and hard.
Price of trust was paid,
I played my card.

It shot my frail leg,
part of a whole.
Please don't make me beg,
you to take the soul!

Candle

I stretched my tongue beneath the candle,
and licked its tears.
How unfair it is to handle,
suffering in young years!

Sorrow candle will someday die,
someone will kill its glary flame.
Its blue smoke will proudly fly,
and no one'll remember its name.

Cute Photographer: Mohammed Sharaf.

Two Empty Cans!

Walking down the road I saw,
two empty cans.
I kicked one with a blow,
while the other stands.

It knocked itself down,
and spread blood.
How lovely it is to drown,
in your own flood!

Photographer: Jon Broschi.

I'm a Boat

I’m a boat on a lonely shore,
tied by a rope.
With a positive hollow core,
doomed to mope.

The rope is blind it can’t see,
millions of attempts that’ll fail.
What a boat shall be,
if it cannot sail!

Inspired by the talented photographer: Mohammed Sharaf.

My Stairs

Climbing the stairs I realized,
my stairs are endless,
some good, some demonized,
segments of mind restless.

I’m Ulysses in my little tragedy,
Fighting with a sword of words.
Agamemnon lost in a parody,
A magical lyre with no cords.

Photographer Manfred Leiter.

My Palm

Under the Rain:
The lines on my palm were disfigured...
by a drop,
once water, now liquored...
in a magical cup.

Under the Sun:
The lines on my palm were dissolved...
by a beam,
hard, like a riddle unsolved...
like a dream.

Photograph By Photographer: Declan McCullagh.

Dancing Rain

On the roof, the rain is dancing…
tick… tock…
In my room, watching and glancing..
I love you rain..

Dance, dance, never stop…
wash it all away.
Musical sound.. drip.. drop…
day after day after day…

Inspired By: Photographer Jon Bruschi

Like me, the sky is crying..
rain… rain…
No more birds flying…
no more…

the next day…
the sky shook off its tears and put on a new sun,
like me, wiping my rain and pretending to have fun…