a toddler
with loud barks
jumps the dog

It's not the moon that comes at night,
Nor the stars that shine up far
That makes me fear to be like them
So far away, so far away

It's not the darkness that I fear
Nor the silence that I hear
When I do see them up above,
So far away, so far away

But it's the fear to be up there
So high above, all by myself
So far away, so far away

Don't get me wrong:

I'm not afraid to be alone
I'm not afraid to only be just with myself

But I do fear loneliness.

To write, write, write...
That's all my soul was born to do,
As if my soul was the pen
That I, myself, hold with my hand.

Bright, bright, stars,
that visit the sky with lights,
without you, my nights,
would be nothing but dark

And full, full, moon,
that comes every once,
without you, I'd be soon,
a lonely lagoon

I was a flower planted on the ground.
Some days, the wind came to greet me,
Until I looked like a merry go round.
My petals started to fall one by one,
just detaching from me onto the grass.

         Mean while, underneath the ground,
         my roots gripped tighter to the soil
         as if they were looking for oil
         Like men do when in search for petroleum
         They dug deep, deeper down

This flower remained tall

Would you be THE one
My star, so bright, so far
Up high, above the sky,
Just shining through the dark
For me to see at night?

Would you be the one,
The guide I yearned to have
The one that lights the path
towards Jesus Christ?

Jan 2016.

be creative, they say
make sure your words are beautiful, they say,
poetry, it's about beauty, they say
it has to make you feel something, they say,

but hey!

poetry is thoughts.

that's it.