Indie Scribe Magazine April 2014 | Page 45

Bring me a bowl of unfulfilled dreams;

Not just any bowl,

A beautiful one is what i seek!

Carved in it let it be tears

Dried feelings of distant deeds

Deceiving memories of early spring

Uncertain hunches of those who grieve

Pieces of hearts found on the ground

Collect them all,

And pour them in my bowl!

Then go out again, only come back

With fake tears in your hands;

Milk them carefully and with great care

From pretentious people that bring false rain

Just make sure to collect the first drop,

Cause what comes after it

Is all stuffy, and worn out!

So go now, go,

And make sure to come back again

I want to take a sip from that bowl

Dive on it, feel confused again.

On those scattered thoughts

That hide myself in them

I want to exploit my mind,

I want to be amazed again!

Thirst

December 18, 2013