Keep to Myself

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The wind whispers in my ear
It knocks against my window
The trees nod in agreement

I keep to myself

The sun shines warm and red
Blows me a kiss
Before it’s about to set
I sweat and I glow

I keep to myself

The neighborhood bursts into sounds
Everyday noises turning to music
The birds, the leaves
Clinking of utensils
I hum my favourite tunes

I keep to myself

The world moves and dances in my heart
I cannot keep to myself
You are moving and dancing in my heart
I cannot keep to myself
I will reach you
As you have reached me
I will love you
As you have loved me

We will keep to ourselves

We’ll weave a little tale for us
Or write a whole omnibus

And look for nothing else.

Superimposed

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When the summer is over
I will be dying
I'm ready to be her
And I'll take a new name

I want to break off
But I'm still tied
I'm trying to be special
But I'm just an image
Of her

I am a princess
You wanted a queen
My wings are stunted
My attempts, too weak

Will you give me the time to grow
Or will I write poems, with nowhere to go?

A song for the bored

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Give me a melody, I'll find the words to sing
I'm not giving up hope

I'm just a nobody, life's not a tragedy
And I'm not just a joke

I'm walking alone, nowhere to go
I'm working but I have no goals

Is this life, is this who I am?
Is this fine, or a useless sham?
A useless sham!

Take me to the moon, I'm not feeling good
The city is crowded dust

I'll be an open book, you can take a look
We can stare at the stars

Is this life, is this who I am?
Is this fine, or a useless sham?
A useless sham!

I'm escaping all these blues
And I will be taking you, too
We'll play songs old and new
And we'll dance on the moon, ooh

Even if life's a useless sham
I will be who I am
And you will be you!

Close

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I’m lying through my teeth
You think that I need you
I want you close to me
It’s because I need to
Watch what you say,
Hear when you’re speaking
I know yesterday
You said that you hate me

Are you not my friend?
But you talk behind my back
I know I’m not flawless,
There are virtues I lack
But now you’re my enemy
I’d like to make more!
I will be thriving
And I’ll keep you close.

Elite

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What if I said I hate your poems
And I don’t believe you’re dark and alluring
Only dull
Grinding against the gurgling crowd
Mustering silence to stand out
What if I said you’re only quiet
Because you have nothing to say?
You say I’m unique
But I don’t think I am, nor are you
You are so obsessed with the many and the few...
Take pictures when you want, woman!
Post them on the screens
Wear lipstick or pink;
Your disgust at anything remotely mainstream
Makes me want to shout

What if I said I hate you now
I wished we had shared more meaning
What if I said I don’t care about
Your vain discourses, boring!
Live in your bubble 
I’m off to watch sunsets alone
Go rule an empty nation
Small in your throne.

Becoming

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The dream-catcher dangles in my bedroom
It hangs heavy with my bloodmetal burdens
It isn’t supposed to catch the bad ones, I sigh.
The windows usher in a breeze and I let my hair down
My sweat is cooled and my sticky tears are dried
New nightmares start crawling up my unkempt mind

A lizard munches on a bug on the wall
I’ve lost all taste
There’s an ocean parting me and him
All my words have gone to waste

The dream-catcher dangles in my bedroom
I break it, I throw it away;
I wait for the moon to shine,
Weaving a song for another time.
I feel earthy and soft
In a world of concrete rocks
Coloured in apathetic gloom;
Dreams break free inside my room

Not all lives must have meanings
Some are spent foolishly dreaming
Or in nightmares uninvited
I don’t expect the ocean to dry
I’d rather paste on a plastic smile
I don’t know what I am becoming.

For a heartbreak in the bathroom

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I'm singing in the shower
Waiting for the hours
To pass me by

I would've brought you flowers
If this love had been ours
But you're not mine.

Oh,
And I don't know what to say
You're gonna fade away
So soon,
So soon

I'll love you anyway
But you're not here to stay
My moon,
My moon...

Tell me why I cried for your arms
Tell me why I'm begging for your love
Tell me how I'll live a broken life
Tell me how the hours will pass me by
Without you,
Without you.

I'm still singing in the shower
My breath turning sour
This love couldn't be ours,
And that is life.

The Mother Goddess

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In a sunlit sky, your rainbow eyes
Take me to ancient gardens
I was born in your hair, and the gods stood there
I turned your life into madness

No scriptures, no songs, no story of us
We were soon forgotten
A goddess birthing a mortal being
A scandal, and a problem

You worked alone, you fought for me
The sun slept and you toiled
I cried in my crib, my tears shining
Lit by the midnight oil.

I hold your hands, I want that strength
That fed me, clad me, soothed my cries
I’m basking in your luminescence,
Your goddess-esque motherly smile.

To all mothers with absent help
With babies a bit different,
To all goddesses outcast, but strong
I offer you my little song.

The basket song

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My basket’s all empty
I’d filled it with memories
But now it is empty, they’re gone
I’d left it all open
I think they got stolen
So I need to make some new ones

Oh
I want to be hopeful 
I want to be kind
I want to get out of
My sad little mind

I’m trying my hardest
I want to be found
I think I’ll stay afloat
But what if I drown?

My basket’s all ready
To be filled up anew
I am still waiting,
I don’t know, for whom

Oh
I want to be hopeful 
I want to be kind
I want to get out of
My sad little mind

I grasp at the breeze
For bubbles to pop
I’m thankful for heartbeats
Which did not stop

I stand with my basket
I stand here alone
I am not empty
I will soon go home

Yes I will make memories
I will find friends
I will smell roses
And happiness

I will come back once
I’m empty again
I’ll sing my sad song
And rest in my pain

Goodbye, passer-by
You have been kind
You listened to my song
I’d lost my mind

Maybe another day
I’ll run into you
For now, I’m happy
I wish you are, too!