Hiatus officially over...

Hi! Hope you are holding up well. Yeah you are right it has been a long time, but I needed to step back for a bit. I hope you'll understand, maybe even let things go back to normal? Things have changed a whole lot, and well I've missed you so so much. I have a bachelors degree now, happiness isn't THAT foreign anymore, I've come to truly understand blues and jazz, my skins grown tougher, and the inevitable has happened. My hearts grown.

So here are three poems written during my unannounced hiatus and two photos that have some relevance to my life:

Thoughts in a Bright room

I've come to see the world through your eyes,
Some things seem bright,
to much to bear at times.
But I see now, for what its worth.

The skin on my back:
Lashed and bruised,
Takes time to heal, but with pain
Comes scars, much like my heart.

The love I feel, seems to be stuck.
In between longing
and disgust: You seem lost,
But I'm standing right here.

I've learned to breathe a little heavier.
Lungs filled with liquid,
Fighting pneumonia since we met:
Ironic how the world works.

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We are few, but proud.
Our blood stained the sand,
And we bleed bleed bleed.
Your subtle cries
Tears flowing, Arax
You fear loss, but
We've lost so much.
Mothers clinching sons,
Hopeless prayers, to a 
God who forgot about
Us. We the few, but
Loyal. Fathers beheaded
I hold you as you weep, I'm
here but where are they.
My orphaned lover,
My orphaned people.
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A moment of recollection about love

I sit alone
Trying to remember,
How it is we met,
Hoping it could raise my mood even for just a moment.

How could I forger,
The first time
I met your father.
luckily he approved.

Or when we first
Exchanged gifts
Surrounded by friends on Christmas.
It was most jolly.

I remember long ago
How you leaned so passionately in
When we first locked lips sparking this interest:
Our love blossomed.

Your eyes,
Those blue eyes
Which made me fall,
Fall so deeply in love with you.

The warmth of your touch
Is the Sunday family
Barbecue from
When I was young and granny was here.
The train whistle
From your room window
Is my call, I hate
to have to leave, you,

Stand amazed, my hand cold
Holding yours while you cried,
When the demons in my head came back
to only haunt you....
But it was sunny, I remember the cool breeze that followed as
You walked by,

And we exchanged glances
To which I came to say hello and introduce myself:
His arms around you.
Pulling you, in.
Your lack of confusion.
Resting your hand on his..
Chest. You smile
I stand there, motionless...
He asks yo to dance and
you come, tongue-
tied towards me, I can't.
The warmth of
The day, your hands are cold....

Not now, not now...
You leaned in, not my arms around you...
You allowed...your bodies
touching...your soft lips, your wet kisses...
Where were we when we
First kissed...where were we when we
First met.



And finally for old times sake a song and a quote:

(Ella Fitzgerald and Joe Pass- Cry me a River (Hannover 1975)

Quote by David Mitchell:

"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?"