the villain

I was made a villain,

in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
like shooting stars.


Oh, it was out of line.
Oh, it caught me by surprise.
That you took those words
as an insult on my behalf.


What a mess it is,
when the air is filled with
“I know exactly what I heard”
And there’s not any going back.


I was made the villain,
in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
with no intention to harm.

a winter night

"My room is like a bit of June, warm and close-curtained fold on fold, but somewhere, like a homeless child, my heart is crying in the cold."

-Sarah Teasdale

not ready

No, I'm not ready to be left behind. You took all your stuff, began making it on your own and you never even left a note. Now I stand alone, in between these empty walls of sorrow, regrets, and should have dones. No, I'm not ready to be left behind. No, I'm not ready to be left without a goodbye.

face the world

I did good, yeah I made it. Four years and now it's done. Graduation, here we go. We were still kids in the beggining  and now all of a sudden a change in title and it is as we're women and men, ready to face the world. Our roads are still unknown but the sure thing is we won't be back in the fall.

the love life we want

I heard in a movie we all have the love life we want. To all the single and willing this sounds horrifying. Why would someone want to be single and miserable? True. Made me think of my love life and how I always end up falling for the worst guy possible, these guys have nothing in common but the fact that they’re messed up and in no way suitable for a relationship. I’m the type of person who believes in happy endings, I believe eventually you’ll get what you deserve and if you’re good you’ll get something good, I also watch a lot of movies. So I wondered what if this actually is the love life I want? What if my movie-like beliefs make me think I need to go through a life of horrible romances to get to the good one right at the end of the story?

promise me you'll move on

I'm going away,

my heart is in the wrong place.

Though I love you,

I can't stay.

I fear for your heart and your soul.

I’m not sure if you’re strong.

Promise me you'll survive.

That you won't give up,

no matter what happens,

no matter how hopeless.

Promise me you’ll move on.

That you'll look up,

no matter the heartbreak,

no matter the storm.

Though I love you,

I can’t stay.

This is what’s best.

Promise me you’ll move on.

my mind is my passport

My mind is my passport.


A story, a picture,
will take me on a ride.

I’ll be here,
but my mind is around.
Wonder if this has anything to do
with never doing things on time.


Maybe someday I'll go.
As for now, my mind is the way to go.

the poem generator

Why does the lover run?
Why does the heart stop?
Love, desolation, and faith.

the caged bird

"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom."

                                                                                               -Maya Angelou

the runner-up

You cross the finish line as the runner-up, what a shame. You feel like a loser, because the first place is the one who gets the gold trophy.  No problem, you'll get the consolation prize. Don't most of us get that? We don't get the gold, but a thank you for participating prize.

graduation time

Turning calendar pages,

not many to go through.
Anxiety attack, that’s for sure.
Not only a year already went by,
but my student days will be left behind.
Now it’s a different lesson,
no more grading on a card.

looking for company

People get tired of being lonely,
tired of waking up alone.
Getting urges controlled on their own.
So they look around,
grab whoever walks by and settle.


And this we call company.