A sunflower’s insanity


A sunflower went to a bouquet shop

Tried to buy a Garland of roses

Just to be worn around it’s head.

The sun got mad at the flower

For it’s atrocity and asked;

You yourself is a flower

Don’t you know that it hurts

When cut up to be born a bouquet.

The sunflower said;

I’m insane

I turned into one

When I started loving you,

You enslaved my head

Labeled me yours

And now I’m out trying to find stuff

To label as mine.

And I think that being a bouquet is better

Than being enslaved.

At least it dies in the hand of someone

Who appreciates love

As a symbol of love

With the knowledge that it was loved.


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My heart turned to dust

Staring into the phone while my mind explores uncharted seas of emotions, and the bright light that the phone’s emitting is reflecting and glistening in the tear drops that’s trying to escape the eyes. While taking in deep breaths, in the hope that along with the oxygen the tears also will be absored into the body. Letting no one else know about the symptoms that shows that my heart and whatever peace that’s left inside it is breaking into pieces. The pillars of strength which helped me lift up my spirit with a laugh or two are now no longer aesthetically pleasing but lays like ruins at the bottom of my dusted heart. My heart broke, not into two but into million fragments by the very hope that I had found to glue it together. The wind is gently smothering me and the leaves rustling silently. Everything is calm now, no one now can hear my heart break or beat, because dust always moves without any sound. It will be blow to places and will never be one again.


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If love was coffee


If love was coffee

I’d add a bit more milk to mine

Being bitter is fine,

But not always

That’s not right.

If love was coffee

I’d stir the sugar nice

Until homogeneously mixed

Bitter on top, too sweet down bottom,

Now that’s horrible

Don’t you think.

If love was coffee

I’d have it twice

A cup in the morning

To be awake and

Another in the evening,

To stay awake

Not a drop more.

Can’t deal with insomnia!

If love was coffee

I don’t mind dying to soon

Because I had too many

too soon.

If love was coffee

I’d advise you,

Don’t start too young

Caffeine is not good for you.

If love was coffee

Arrgh! Who am I kidding,

Love isn’t coffee

It’s much worse than that.


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Salted Tea


I’m at that age

Where Tom and Jerry

Doesn’t make me laugh anymore

And those who are laughing,

Leaves me wondering

Wether they’re faking.

I look out through the door

And I see a plant grow,

All I could think is

Does the plant’s bone ache,

Just like mine

As they grow and see the world.

The tea that I’m drinking

Have traces of salt in it.

Either it was added on

By the one who made it,

Or I cried into it

As I drank it.

The time shows 6:10

And I’m left wondering, again

How many 6:10’s

Will I see

As time ends before me!


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Fed by sadness


I feel an ache in my heart

My chest collapsed

And I can’t breathe

There’s a lemon tree growing outside

Their leaves sometimes breaks

In the fury of the wind

Releasing the essence of their oils

In the air

A few leaves now broke, just now

But I can’t get their scent.

There’s an unwanted sensation

On my right feet

My thumb is firm on the ground

It’s the rest of the fingers

That are not.

They are moving on their own,

Vibrating and I let out a sigh.

I think I’m hungry

It’s about time

I eat something.


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