“To My Dearest”

Each time.

When night knocks on my door.

I sing.

For I know it makes it afraid. 

For me.

And the light you shine.

It grows.

It floats in my begging hands.
The warmth you give

The poems you inspire.

It lights my heart.

And burns through time as fire.
Shine some light.

Once in a while.

When the moon goes down. 

Shine some light on me.
So I can see where I wonder.

Where and when I exist

I’ll keep your light near me.

No future as slave of fear.


“A Pretty Blanket”

She is a thin rod of wool, colorful.

Today she’ll be woven into a sad blanket,

and she’ll live with the other textiles;

waiting to be picked, chosen.

She’ll live with a man, he’ll use her in the kitchen, as the object she is.

he’ll use her in the kitchen, as the object she is.

as the object she is.

When her wool will lose its strength,

I dread what will happen to her.

Broken, thrown.

I wish I could change her destiny.

What can I do? I’m just an old weaver.


“The Centipede”

The centipede moves with his head tilted down.

His feet are a hundred men, their expressions unknown to a child.

Though they walk together, they are always alone.

Their bubbles of solitude continuously blown.

The watchers are humans.

As humans, it’s their duty,

to throw food and disgust at the animals marching.

They wear stars on their skin, for they are Godless forgotten beings in their day of doom.

Their feet move as one, towards one exit,

the centipede marches.


“I want to be seen tonight”

I want to be seen tonight

I want the light to shine on me.

The attention from strangers’ eyes,

Is cocaine to my body and mind.
I’m no hunk from Venus,

And my voice isn’t nice.

My mind goes to Mars,

When attention falls on me.
I wonder why He made it a sin.

Maybe He was jealous on them.

The attention he never got,

Made him throw out Adam and Eve.
I have no rules tonight.

I’ll do what they want me to.

As long as they pay the fee.

Applause, roses on my feet.
I want to be seen tonight

I want the light to shine on me.

If I’ll never get that,

Then I don’t see any reason to live.

“The Disgusting Kid”

His nose was red and green liquid ran into his open mouth. That was the sight I woke up to every day since my wife died; A stupid little kid standing in my way and asking me dumb questions such as: “What does that do?”, “Who is that?”, “Can I sit on your lap?” or “Is mommy gonna come back from the hotel?”. Stupid kid.

I never wanted one, to be honest. It actually came as bad news to me when my wife sent me a text;

“Need to talk to you.”

“Can’t you say it here?”


That answer. That short, simple “No.” was enough to make me anxious. “What could it be that she wanted to talk about? Is it something bad?”, my mind wandered. “Is the cat dead? Does she want to break up with me? Or maybe it’s good news, so good that she has to tell them face to face. She got a promotion, or she bought us a dog or her mother’s finally dead”. As you may realise, it wasn’t good news. She had used one of those peeing-sticks and it showed a cross. She held it to me and said; “You’re gonna be a father”.

I don’t really remember how I reacted, everything’s black, faded, but I can remember alcohol. Quite a lot, actually. That’s not the point. It may seem like I am a bad man, who drinks all the time and uses violence to solve problems. Well it’s not my fault if I do that! You don’t know what it’s like to be with him all the time. I don’t have any free time and the only way I can get out my frustration is to kick him, punch him. With that face, that ugly, disgusting face how can I not punch him?

His nose was red and green liquid ran into his mouth, it was only when he stopped crying that I realised what I just did. To my defense, I never wanted a child. I’m too young to have one. He literally destroyed my life! I had to do something. I had to change something, and only when he laid silent on the floor, only then my life became much better. I could finally, after many years, start college.