“I suppose there are stranger ways
To talk about our mistakes
As if they are just poetical stains
Of red wine on a snow-white cloth.

You can call it a strange oath,
The forever contract I have with words,
But when everyone is out and about in the world,
Silence doesn’t turn to loneliness when I’m alone.

Tell me, does it scare you to be alone?
Does it weight too much, the silence of the world?
It takes courage, it’s true, isn’t that so,
To learn to be with your thoughts on your own?

But we all need to learn to cope
With the demons of our own soul;
By ignoring them, the problem won’t be solved,
So take a seat and listen to yourself for once.

Time will help for it goes on,
For the good or the bad, it always does,
And soon enough you’ll feel better
As long as you too keep going on and on and on…”

Ana

Originally posted: March 20, 2022

“Every new day, I keep on trying
To find myself in every restart –
Still, I’m a stranger to my feelings,
An edged sword to my heart.

Today, there’s a desert in the sky,
Shades of orange and red since sunrise,
A sand storm painting hues of ache
Better than my heart could ever daze.

I reach for goals with no signs of you,
I too have a dream to come true:
To live, perchance to write,
Hoping my every rhyme to come out right.”

Ana

Originally posted: March 16, 2022

“I have lost my way on this lonely road
Astray from my feelings, but now I know
Whenever I find myself back at the start
I should be patient and listen to my heart.

We have been taught to move on,
To eagerly reach for the finish line,
But eventually we find out later on
Slow and steady is better for peace of mind.

I got no rules, no solution, no advice,
Many were the times I too have rolled the dice;
If anything, I wholeheartedly hope we can all find
Strength to build within us our home in this lifetime.”

Ana

Originally posted: March 13, 2022

“I try to remember my lilac sky,
Painting it with my mind’s eye,
Wishing for its healing serenity
So I could find my long lost serendipity.

For years, the skies have been painted
With saddening shades of grey,
My worries and struggles subdued
To a palette so dark, eerie and strange.

I cannot pretend to know
What in the future will unfold;
Nothing seems good from what I’ve been told,
Perhaps even my poems will grow old.

My tears have deserted me
To further away than my words,
So I hold my pen tightly close to me,
Hoping to write my lilac skies in a better world.

Pardon me, for I must write,
I know nothing will be made right,
But if anything has to stain my heart
Let it be the ink of my pen from the start.”

Ana

Originally posted: March 9, 2022

“Excuse me for my poetry,
Today and for the time coming –
I just cannot find within me the almighty
Strength, that helps us believing.

Believing in the good,
I always thought I could,
But life has darkened the blue
Of our most profound hue.

And I can’t understand, I can’t accept,
I feel littler than I have ever felt,
As I feel the biggest hopelessness…
So little, so powerless, such a mess.

Togetherness could lead the way,
A helping hand in every way we can;
Hope is a seed humanity can plant,
So to revive the good’s strength.

Days will tell what all this entails,
As I send the hope I got left to whoever needs it,
Today, tonight, tomorrow, through every trail –
Reach out from a distance and be sure to keep it.

Now, I must wait,
At peace’s wake,
For it to be reborn, all over,
In our hearts, once more.”

Ana

Originally posted: February 27, 2022

“We constantly say goodbye
When we want to try one last time,
Lips saying words the eyes contradict,
Brain over heart, reason over instinct.

My hands reach out but you’re not here,
Only the magnetic pull resist and insists
That I know you for more than just a few years,
A reason blossoming for my heart to persist.

I’ve always held on to nothing to find something
Within me, within you, that gave sense to what we are,
But we’re more than something and less than nothing,
And I wonder: how can we be both at the same time?”

Ana

Originally posted: February 23, 2022

“I search for a poem
In the silence of my home;
I can’t seem to find it,
What if I lost my words?

Perhaps inspiration has left,
Tired it was to wait longer for spring;
I get it, I am too, but I can’t rest
Until I find words that pull my heart’s strings.

I try to seize the day, day after day,
Only the cold seems to be here to stay,
My numbness is a poison running in my veins,
Embedding my thoughts in sadness, free from reins.

Can you tell I actually miss the rain?
To see the sky above my head in shades of grey,
Darker and darker since you went away
How can I refrain myself from this pain?

The emptiness is a glass with no water
And I am a neglected plant, starting to fade,
My petals will soon be gone
And I’ll be left only with thorns.

And a day will turn into another
I’ll still write a poem or other,
And perhaps I’ll find my heart’s words
For I’m just a soul lost in this world…”

Ana

Originally posted: February 20, 2022

“I sit still and wait
Like a sea town in winter
Suffocating in snow’s weight,
Dreaming of strangers in summer.

Granted wishes by the sun
Are yet slightly far from us;
Icicles falling to the ground,
Frozen pipes from up till dawn.

Like a ghost wandering aloof,
My thoughts mirror the fog over the sea,
Blinded by the white roofs
My eyes can only see.

The sun will shine brighter and warmer,
As the seasons change, and I’ll become stronger,
Numbness will vanish, every sign will be fate,
But, until then, I sit still and wait…”

Ana

Originally posted: February 16, 2022