segunda-feira, 1 de novembro de 2010

The Thing about Confusion

Confusion knocks on your door when you don’t need it,

You try to close it but she won’t settle…

Pushing you to far, confusion whispers the words your id doesn’t want to listen,

And when she doesn’t get her way, she will annoy you through dreams…

Confusion is that suffered moment that you’d wish you’d know the answer and you don’t,

When you wish you could say yes, but you have to say no,

When you sit and wait but she still doesn’t answer…

The moment you scream that you need help and she says: I’m listening to you!!

What is it that you need again?

Confusion is part of everyone of us…

So please stop confusing me, cus I’m confused enough already…

Signed Dafne Edany

quarta-feira, 27 de outubro de 2010


A Lightning stroke my temple two weeks ago...
Fragile and shocked, I stood there... Motionless...

He was fast, unpredictable and beautifull,
His strenght came upon me instantly,
Sweep my feet of the ground and left me without a breath...

No other option...
I have to wait for him to strike again,
for I know no other way to feel happiness again...

Since then, everyday,
I look up to the sky and pray.
I pray for him to come quickly...

Although everyday I see shades of him,
I desire more... Much more...

A Lightning stroke my temple two weeks ago,
He destroyed everything that was old in it
And brought back the peace, love and joy...

A Lightning stroke me and I feel in Love...

Signed: Leena

quinta-feira, 17 de junho de 2010


I do not live,

living someone elses life...

Breathing an air that is not my own,

Whispering wind and touching sand,

Feeling misunderstood and unhappy,

Having all the reasons to feel the exact opposite...

Whats more to life? Is this it?

Clueless pain, not wanting to be here,

but being cus thats the right thing,

thats my riddle...

Having too many options,

But not relying on any...

By Leena

segunda-feira, 7 de junho de 2010

The unthinkable search

Search for the light,

Search for forgiveness, of what I cant say,

of the secrets that my heart holds so dearly...

Searching for something, that I dont know what it is...

longing for the rain that wont fall, so I can drown my own tears,

search to put an end to this vicious circle were in.

What is a search? Do we ever end it?

Am I alone in this search,

is there anybody that can explain this sorrow...

Surely you think the unthinkable of me!

Thoughts the reason we dream for and at the same time, die for...

The search will always continue,

until the day my soul spoils herself of lies,

and becomes the truth within the lie we've all created.

Signed: Me...

domingo, 6 de junho de 2010


Proof of existence,
I need it, to find myself...

Proof of what we cant explain,
of what we dont know or belong!

I need Proof,
that love exists and its as immortal as we are?

I want Proof,
that life is not this bitter,
and that the sun wont fall....

I desire Proof..
I long to prove that I am here for something,
or at least someone...

Proof that we wont be alone for the rest of our days,
that I wont die without feeling that Ive conquered,
everything and anything that really matters in life...

I need YOU to tell me,
that theres Proof to this vain existence!!

Signed: Me...

See you....

See you soon Dearest one,
When the skie is no longer ours,
And the lights are blur.

See you whenever I see you,
I will understand this when I dont need to,
no need to give importance to something so vague,

I can see you whenever I want, so close...
just by closing my eyes,
I can touch you, hug you and feel you!

Knowing that your there,
and that you miss me as much as I do,
gives me the confort to say,
see you whenever we can,
but I know it will be,

Signed: Me...

segunda-feira, 26 de abril de 2010

Sleepwalking Piano

Like the sleep that never comes,
The flower that never blooms,
I am sterile.

Devoided of feelings,
Unprepaired for life...

I would compare myself to a sleepwalking piano,
the kind that wants to be played, but runs from the artists,
Not allowing anyone to play me!

The joy and sorrow that are part of my keys,
lights up everyone but me.

In my search for becoming more Human,
I dared my strings to make contact with the keys,
In hope to find the Perfect sound.

But like the mute button on your remote control,
No sound was ever heard...

Signed: Me...

terça-feira, 13 de abril de 2010

The Perfect Poem with the perfect "Joy de Vivre"

Sonnet 17

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close."

Pablo Neruda