Too young to be old
too old to be young
in the middle of time
like a rose unsprung
...
I whish for one more
Night with you
One last chance to rest
One less night to manage through
...
You are to me
a sweet poison
making your way through
my veins like a snake to be
...
Let the moon shine
and guide you on your way,
but if your path turns
dark and grey,
...
Close your eyes
and dream away,
the night is kind,
but will not obey
...
Last night
I had a dream
it was a curious dream
like one I've never seen.
...
Two eyes, one smile,
a shared thought,
could it last
for a while?
...
The dark voice approaches
the walls are caving in,
she needs to get a grip on her self,
and stop listen to the voice within.
...
I don't care about jewels,
I don't care about movies,
or cups or cd's.
All I want this Christmas,
...
If you give me your hand
I will show you my world
It can take some time
Are you up for the tour?
...
When I look at him with my own eyes
I see a man with abilities beyond
The grey harbor of awakens
He just have to trust me to wait for
...
Should I compare you to a
summer day?
No, I would walk you to Sahara
and there let you stay
...
When I look at you
through the wall of glass,
I want you to see me,
see through my mask.
...
I'm writing a poem,
just to write something,
got allot on my mind,
got the need to write it down.
...
Don't ask me
what I want,
'cause it changes
all the time
...
Too Me
Too young to be old
too old to be young
in the middle of time
like a rose unsprung
Too serious to be fun
too crazy to be sane
too sane to be put
in the crazy lane
Too me to be weird
too weird to be normal
too childish to be classy
in clothes so formal
Too lazy to be sporty
too mother to be lazy
but I am me, both
sane and a heck of crazy
She gave freedom to her feeling so that they can be heard and shared by us. Often her poems are shorts and with these few words she can express her thoughts the way she feels them. The words rise from an odd spontaneity of emotions written with a candor such to border the naivety. But do not get it wrong and think this is a flaw! it is a rare quality instead, and only who has a “flame burning inside” can express it without being inconsequential. We can for example appreciate the innocence revealing the true feelings: QUOTE//……All I’m trying to say is/I no longer love you/But don’t thrust my eyes/They’ll tell you it’s not true. //UNQUOTE (from Don’t thrust my eyes) There is a joyful universe, just barely pinched by melancholy and loneliness of whose is still looking for….Full Stop, New Paragrath by Zarathustra