Simple, wrong solution

There’s one thing worse than a problem with no solution –
There could always be a simple, wrong solution.

We know not to go grabbing strangers on the street,
But when someone’s already holding your hand,
Nobody teaches you the effort of not curling your fingers in
And clinging to that unexpected lifeline.
Nobody tells you about the pain
Of drowning, mouth closed, while dying of thirst.
Nobody quite understands, until they suddenly do,
How it is to have no refuge from the darkness.
You go running in your house and barricade the door;
It’s not quite that my problem already lives inside,
But that I have to open the door and invite it in
Day, after day, after day.
And I’m not sure if I’m instead waving my sanity goodbye,
But I guess that only leaves more space for guests
So won’t you join us for dinner?

Brown – Blue

Brown like the ground underneath,
Maybe the spots like raindrops
Unstuck the files of its wings
So it could open the secrets
Of the skies and the seas.
Overlooked so easily,
It only catches the eye
When it dances in pairs,
Two otherworldly spots,
So bright they dim the edges
Of the cage and the street.
It’s a good thing its blue
Is airy enough to remind
Of the deep breath you lost
When you first saw your soul
Reflected in its mirrors.

I used to draw eyes

I used to draw eyes.

 

Things beautiful and bright,

Made of shadow and light,

Some obscured, full of tears,

Rounded by surprise or by fears.

 

Maybe I needed someone to cry for me,

Or maybe I needed other eyes to see,

To give me a different perspective,

Or to see me, something reflective.

 

I used to draw eyes.

 

And then, one day, I just stopped.

No more of those eyes popped.

Maybe I finally saw what they’ve shown,

Or maybe, just maybe, I learnt to use my own.

Ideal self

The ideal person you wish to be,
That perfect image you’re aiming for,
What if part of you is already free
And you are that deep in your core?
We’re afraid to do what we want,
Or idle in front of the change,
And it remains merely a taunt,
There, but still out of range.
But if we know we’re already that,
We’re less scared of losing the way.
We know where we want to get at,
And the path on which we should stay.
So think of things that better you
Instead of unexpected evolutions,
As things that bring out your true
And keep looking for solutions.

Break, broke, broken

Go on, break something already broken,

Dance on the crumbles, singing, if you will.

It makes little difference. Slightly more work

To hold and put together again.

But it’s the first crack that changes the stautus,

The first blemish between damaged and whole.

There’s a next step, destroyed, not just broken

But you’re a long way from having that force.

So go on, try to break something broken,

And leave the pure, whole things be.

Abyss

I’ve lain down to watch
The abyss from above us
Till it flipped beneath.

Dark side of the world

A dark and a light, a good and a bad,
Are they the same or a different dyad?
It’s the first thing you thought, isn’t it?
That it’s the bad, the evil, the odd and misfit.
But think about the dark side of the moon.
Once it’s far, about that unrelated balloon
We know it means just the mystery, hidden,
With no judgment attached to make it forbidden.
What if we turned other things around too,
Changed the perspective to give us a clue?
Maybe the things we so often despise
Look quite a bit different seen through the eyes
That are used to darkness and all of its shades,
And we may finally stop our crusades.
Don’t mistake one contrast for the next,
It just gives ignorance an easy pretext.