It’s not even expressible.
The sweet emptiness in my frozen romantic heart.
Locked carefully in place, not a moment accessible.
resting and healing for a new start.
M.P.Yasmine
Time
I’m sick of time and more.
Time needed to go.
So I tried to ignore time for some time.
But time kept staring at me.
And when I stared back.
I knew it takes a little time to love time again.
M.P.Yasmine
You
”What I see in you.
Must be something I couldn’t see in myself.
And probably is something no one else can see.”
‘
M.P.Yasmine
Thunder
Thunder took the woman in me.
And I was standing still since.
But I made the decision to see.
To work hard on my own behalf.
And become who I truly want to be.
To heal the strikes I endured.
And never again be charmed by dark clouds as he.
M.P.Yasmine
Gotthardpas
Cold and thin was the air.
And I felt it filling up my lungs and blowing through my hair.
A soft smile covered my overheated face.
In the far and over all beauty I would gaze.
Suddenly I heard bells ring in the sky.
And a tear fell from my eye.
M.P.Yasmine
Past Life
If you try to call me.
The call will remain unanswered.
And even if we sometimes dream about us meeting each other.
The love will only consume us in our dream state.
We are separated by many light years.
Because you are my lover from a past life.
M.P.Yasmine
Inception
The breakdown of my dreams.
Inception has arrived.
Support is on its way it seems.
The beginning of an almost everlasting end.
The era of gentle heartbeats.
Where sleep will be my friend.
M.P.Yasmine
Shooting Stars
On a hot August summer night.
Not an airplane or satellite in sight.
Time is the only thing that flies.
While watching shooting beams of light.
M.P.Yasmine
What we see
Let’s drive for hours.
Between waterfalls and mountains.
Let beams of our star reach our car.
And smell fields filled with wild flowers.
M.P.Yasmine
The new me
When I think about the old me.
I have a lump in my throat.
A pull on my heart strings.
Sometimes I miss her.
The good laugh, the numbness.
and all that she couldn’t see.
M.P.Yasmine
Cyber Stalker
Year after year.
You pop up once in a while.
Messaging me behind the many masks you wear.
The choke hold of me you will not let go.
The grip of your lifetime self hate.
Suffocating yourself while standing in my shadow.
It is not even me you try to follow.
And I do not wish for you to be dead.
Because you already died many years ago.
M.P.Yasmine
Life
The urge.
The itch.
Scratching layer after layer.
I’m angry and totally sick of it.
Punching the ball of rage.
Blunt, bruised and blackened.
Through healing I’m bleeding.
I cry oceans from grief.
So I can swim my way to freedom.
And one day be weightless.
No urge, no itch.
Featherlight and fly.
Living my life.
M.P.Yasmine
Balance
The sound of life seems out of balance.
It is shallow.
An obscure silence in music.
An absence of existence.
Nothing in everything.
But when the sound of life strikes me.
It is overwhelmingly heavy.
Bright colors in vast darkness.
Tears filling pools as huge as the universe.
Everything in nothing.
M.P.Yasmine
Water
In water you can find me.
My dreams dream gardens with pools.
In different shapes and sometimes empty.
In or around water is the place I’ll be.
In the world of my sleep I often slide down.
Diving, breathing and laughing.
Under water I’ll swim.
And sometimes in my nightmares I drown.
M.P.Yasmine
Us Fools
People discussing and fighting over things they can’t control.
And the Grim reaper is watching us fools.
Ready at any given moment to take our soul.
M.P.Yasmine
Humanity
The process of dying is what makes me living.
Living with unkind humanity.
Death smiles at me.
Like no human does.
M.P.Yasmine
Space
Bruises cover my legs.
I’m bumping into life straight ahead.
Tables and cabinets I do not see standing.
my vessel stumbles in to taking her space.
I even stomped my foot on something stubborn.
It left me purple and doubting.
Reclaiming your space can be scary and hurting.
M.P.Yasmine
Insomnia
Insomnia hits again.
I’m sick of the bad dreams hunting my distorted brain.
My eyes want to sleep so bad.
But my heart feels deeply sad.
Because sleep for me is like a trip to hell.
Because sleep only has horror stories to tell.
M.P.Yasmine
Good days
The good days have come.
Sunrise in my eyes.
Love light beams reflect on my skin.
Voices from around the world entering my mind.
Laughter loud together.
For more good days will come.
M.P.Yasmine
No.7 II
Written and read, so you will not forget.
That I would live on rhythmic sounds.
Touching, tragic, jovial and timeless.
Play this musical movement.
When death has collected my debt.
M.P.Yasmine
Stockholm
I knew this girl.
I knew her well.
I lived with her broken spirit for quite some time.
And with her judgement many more years.
Sadly she never got the chance to meet me.
Only the version of me she was told I would be.
Now she lives in Stockholm.
Once in a while I feel the urge to bring her home.
But then I think clearly again,
With the authenticity of my blooming soul,
That she will never be able to see.
Without knowing the real me.
Without my judgement.
For her Stockholm is the place to be.
M.P.Yasmine
Tears
The pain of the world I will and can not carry.
I do not watch nor read the latest news.
My tears are already that heavy.
They clatter with such gravity.
In a river of old misery.
Crying daily for others pain.
Would make me drown.
In an everlasting rain.
M.P.Yasmine
Debt of time
I can’t imagine living without the debt of time.
Not caring or daring to waste it all and let go by.
But the fear of dropping dead.
Makes living with time a nightmare.
And brings shivers down my spine when planning my life ahead.
M.P.Yasmine
Blossom tree park
Pink blossom catching my eye.
Flourishing in small beams of sunlight.
The trees wake up underneath the cold sky.
Girls with horses, photographers and couples early in love.
In spring I see them all come by.
M.P.Yasmine
Never marry a Poetess
Hopeless as he can be.
This crying creature.
Wishful thinking and reverse psychology.
This man is writing Poetry.
His words she turns into books.
What a beautiful tragic irony.