‘isn’t the sun warm?’  said the bear, ‘and look i speak in italics’



yes, it makes me feel better.



‘which the warmth or the format?’

Five in the morning
Is the best time
When I’m yawning
To sit outside
And look up to the stars
Pluto Venus mercury mars
And all the other pretty stars
Twinkle down at me
It’s so beautiful and I’m lucky to see
The mysteries of the sky
And all the things that we can see!
I’m grateful of!
Then when the Dawn starts to come
And the sun is rising
The sky is a beautiful colour
And the clouds are amazing
It paints a picture of delight
When morning comes and goes the night!

I hope that
winter isn't
brutal this year.
Frozen souls.
Iced over minds.
Love swims deep
under the ice.
I hope I catch some.
My heart is the bait.
Sharp hook, as the
trumpets blast.

Sometimes a season comes
in a different way.
Sometimes there is a scent of flowers
you don’t see,
still making your day.
In life things can change in a second.
Live and feel intensely.

What a waste to hate,
to fight,
to lose faith and
to have all this wars.
Doesn’t everyone longs
for love, for peace?
This isn’t how it was supposed to be.




Shell ✨🐚

Swollen fingers, fevered head,
Pressure and tearing of purple veins.
Pills, side effects,
All this pain to join this living race.

The peloton far, far ahead,
And here I climb a slick *****,
Thinking: I can’t manage,
I don’t cope anymore.

Bills sharpen, sharky credits circle,
No funds to stand upright.
Sweaty forehead, stomach clenched.
How good that with a smile,
Still carrying a tender, loving heart inside.

It does not matter where I was placed,
What name I bear, where I am from.
I am with myself 24 hours a day,
No vacations from endless thought.

With words I cut,
I healed what was ash,
Waiting for redemption
Even if I failed a thousand times.

I recognize myself in every human face:
In tightened lips and widened pupils.
As much tenderness as cruelty,
As many warm nights as skies of lead.

I have never wanted to be a false saint
Only tangible punched letters on the page
Still scrubbing my scrawled future
And hope that tomorrow
I can do it just a little
better.