Berlin

Where is my power to be back? 

This city call me 

In all  it is coming back

Why?

Why?

Should I remember 

The smell of a bretzel 

And a coffee of Starbuck in alexanderplatz

I remember my cold hands bringing back a curry

Innocent and naive

I hoped I could be back

But life run in another way

I let my tears go 

In the streets 

Seing him in one picture

I know all the time I do this

My heart ache move in and move back

I prefer dreaming to be back

To let me get a small space of peace

Even if I know I won't be back

One day in a park

As very often I walk in this small park he isn't very huge but a kind of peaceful. I love writing there.

Here you have the way it look out: its jardin Francois Sicard.

So last June I searched to move out of my house and I realize I could find peace there!

So I went very often there and I state that many people ever the same come to this park. I decide to write on a sunny bank.

One day come a noisy young couple fighting. I thought that it will end in this park. Here is the story.


I heard you in the street speaking out loud after him
You were very angry
You spoke English as I understood
You boyfriend spoke about money
You spoke about love

I heard all
I was near the fountain on this sunny bank
After almost 20 minutes
I was writing a letter to a friend
I just look at the fountain
And I saw you were sitting on grass
He tried to kiss you

I thought in my mind
Let him consolate you
You make noise what a pity
Let him learn how to treat you better
Let him show he care
Stop yelling...

I wanna go to tell you
To forgive him
But as I don't know you
I didn't
You never came back on this park
I hope one day you'll be back with him
To show me he cared

a four hand piece

This is a work that one friend ask me to realize, here is the four hands poem...we made. She went blank a few years ago...I give her my words.

Bold=my friend
The rest = my words

I know you will recognize yourself! Love you! Yeah I did it! Challenge done! B-)

At night I wake up with heart ache stressed and depressed. So much pain and I know who's the blame. I wish I could be free and be the real me. Oh how beautiful my life would be if i could just be free to be me.

It is now morning I walk near you but I have the feelings to be in a dream. As my heart ache I wanna hide. Do you see what I say? Do you realize than I am not me anymore? Do you feel it? 

I just look on the dark lake of depression. I feel nothing left than death...but I wanna hide you all. But with kind words you are able to console me. You put your arms around me saying my dear could I free you of your pain? I understand your feelings...

I feel you are like an angel. I feel I am not alone anymore.

None is to blame as you free me.

***** a 5 stars from my friend ♥ 

Optimist

I dream to be in a noisy place surrounding  by friends
To laugh and get a long drink
Singing along with some buddies
Writing some piece of poetry
Going to some town I Never known before
Traveling with my passport
In the other side of the ocean

Right now I just check my window
Saying why
Staying here without plan
Right now I just smile
Saying the optimist say all won't be worse so long
As I look a piece of blue sky

Strong ?

Strong you say me you are strong
If you could see how I feel weak
How my heart hurts
How my thoughts are bad
How I cry in my bed saying why

Strong you say me
No I save me through a smile
A gentle word

But inside I am dark
I wanna stop all this mess
I feel me like romantic heroin
My life could be happier if I was different
But till my tender age I feel things deeply

I just open my hearts to some people
But they don't understand me at all
My life isn't theirs
They think they can care
They think they know me
In real they see my strong face
My weakest stay in my heart
I am maybe too proud to let it appear
I prefer crying in the dark alone in a corner
I just recognise that some of my friends didn't realize
How my sadness is strong
But I don't care now
Whose wanna be by my side they will
The others will go and never come back

I say time to go I don't have regrets for those who left
That let me angry as they tell me they won't but do the same thing
They push me back aside because they don't realize some facts

But I won't change for those who cannot forgive
And I won't change to please people h
I am me and I assume my choices

The weak and the strong
The real me that won't change so much


I left a friend behind me that hurt but life goes on time to go!!!

Power of words

If I were a fairy
Maybe I will be the one with a pen
To erase all pains from soften hearts

If I were a fairy
I would be the one who cares of the feelings
Of people

But I am a writer
A simple writer who tend to be somewhere
To know its real value
To know he can understand someone else
Despite its own trials and anxious thoughts
Even he is gifted
As he gently healed some painful heart
He feel stronger and happier
He forget for a moment his pain
He never know where hois words go
It is just powerful to heal

He sometimes writes at a stop bus
In a park at home
His words are sparkles of power
He wanna spread somewhere to someone in need
With love and tender care
He dreams
He live to give power to words
As he knows his world collapsed slowly
He protect himself writting
To let his anger flying
His feelings be healed as well

As he knows how much power words can get


Hey,
Readers I really go under a new storm please don't judge book by its cover...as my talent come from my pain and anxiousness ...I assume that fact as I am a sensitive woman so don't hurt me don't leave me bw my supporter...I recently feel I have to refine my way to live...to get friends so I try to do this but its a very hard trial writing is my only way to go...and I just realize that comes back after several years of white page !! I am an artist you know some are hypersensitive I assume that by writting so!

Don't judge  me 
Don't use me 
Don't hurt me 

Ann'

I never

I never knew my friend
This deep happiness I got with you
My eyes shine as you were by my side
Each time I read you

I feel such understanding
I feel free to say you
What i feel inside and what it is so deep

I never knew my friend
Such goodness and kindness
I never regret the time I said
I am useless
Now I know it wasn't true
I understand that I have to hold on
Only to the time I wrote you this email
As I was depressed

I never knew I could be so useful
I never knew how I could be suportive
I never knew you needed help

Maybe now it is time to fight again
To all these things you bring me
To all the kind words you say

Just thanks to share
To smile when I make jokes
To be with me as supporter
Even far from me!!!

To C.M. of Detroit ♥ USA

You are fabulous ...my dear never give up ♥

something wrong

A long time ago I could smile and enjoy the life. Now it is different. Is it wisdom of years past to grow or just my way to seem quiet?

I searched perfection... I find nightmares. I fall in deep anxiousness...and don't wanna talk to none what happen. I am nomore acting but only observing. What I feel is that some of my friends understand a half of what I live but it is already something.

I just guess why I can't eat and sleep properly. All contrarieties block me and stomach ache increase. I try to calm me walking and going to parks seeing people moving. And sometimes I write my feelings only to stay alive!

I just realize something is wrong in my inner side. I wanna move ahead...but something block me. I have to discover what.

We use the world wide known DEPRESSION word maybe it is time to me to say it is by me so! I hope than my words will save someone elsewhere to fight!