Write Well
“You write well!” said the teacher
“I want to publish your story!” said the editor
“I am proud of you!” said the mother
“I did not know you could write!” said the friend
“Congratulations with your prize!” said the neighbour
“She is my student!” said the teacher
“My sister writes stories!” said the little brother
“Will you give me a first autograph?” said the uncle
….
“How dare you! Who allowed you to write!” said the father
The end
Warmth
I am a special snowflake
I bloom on cold surfaces and you may admire me
I sparkle in the sun and you might want to touch me
I am a special snowflake
…
Your warm touch will melt me and I become a tear drop
I am a tear drop and I still remember being a special snowflake. Do you?
Caution
Three!Two!One!Go!
You may breathe again!
Just don’t breath out your sadness here!
This is a place of words and thinking
Just don’t breathe out sadness again, alright?
Keep it behind your eyes
Because your sadness will meet my sadness
And when your sadness comes out, I am afraid it will crush me
and there will be nothing left
Just breathe again, alright?
Forever
Forever is not a word, it is a block of immovable weight
Forever is the harmony of atoms making up temporary people with permanent wishes
Forever is an instant of peace
Forever is the permanent longing of now…
Sadness
When sadness was created, it was hidden in the chest, right behind the heart
It fills the lungs with heavy air and it comes out in long and heavy sighs
Sadness stabs little daggers of regret down to the fingertips
Sadness needs to be felt and it seeks companions
Sadness is here and it demands a place at the table and a place in the bed.
Laughter
When children laugh, angels bat their wings
in my chest
ready to escape into an embrace
Sometimes
Sometimes, breathing is done through words
Sometimes, oxygen in your lungs bears the sound of your native tongue
Sometimes your own footsteps sound foreign
Sometimes, you cover a longer distance when you stop running
But you are always home here.
Request
I knocked, the door was closed
I will knock again sometime
…but leave the window open so at least hope can enter
Gods
Gods can only see in candlelight
This is why prayers are said holding candles
Only then can the gods see who is praying to them.
Utilitarian
You are a tool
So sit down and do what you’re supposed to do! Shut up, will you? You’re in a hissy fit!
You should know you are a great tool
I have never had such a wonderful tool as you
You even sparkle in the light. And, by God, are you sharp!
What are you doing? Don’t go there!
You will disturb the people with feelings.
People with feelings should be protected
What do you mean you have feelings, too!
You are a tool!
A wonderful, beautiful tool!
And you may carve my temple for people with feelings.
Memento
Do you remember that time when you had my heart in your palm?
Do you remember it gently beating?
Do you remember you squeezed and I told you it hurts?
Do you remember you squeezed harder and I weeped?
Do you remember when you loosened your grip and it broke?
Did you know a broken heart beats harder?
It does…
Confidence
I know how the world works!
Believe me, I do!
No, I do not know how that works…nor how this works…
I know how the world works!
…
I know what everyone needs!
Believe, I do!
No, I do not know what you need… nor what she needs…
I know what everyone needs!
…
I know what everyone should do!
Believe me, I do!
No, I do not know what you should do…nor what he should do…
I know what everyone should do!
…
I know everything!
And now I sit down on the ground.
The Game
You see, it matters how you play the game when you did not see all the cards
This is what playing means
Because what you are playing is character
What game does your character play in the absence of certainty?
You see, your character is only revealed after the game has been played.
The Temple
When you build a temple on the bones of broken souls
It will shake with every sigh
It will crack at every offering
It will screech with every chant
When from the broken souls, the first leaves of life seek the light
You must water them
You must protect them
You must let them grow as big as the temple
For the temple of life is the true temple.
The Temple
When you build a temple on the bones of broken souls
It will shake with every sigh
It will crack at every offering
It will screech with every chant
When from the broken souls, the first leaves of life seek the light
You must water them
You must protect them
You must let them grow as big as the temple
For the temple of life is the true temple.
