poem – Alta's World

back to the city, a poem

”how can I return to the hotel room where I cried, realizing what I have done to myself?”

Standing still, a poem

here’s to another season of sailing cold waters, looking for that island of sun and gold.

testament, a confession

but sometimes i am light that’s been cast on a wall by a sole mistake of the universe.

let go, a prayer

let go of old loves , of friends who no longer ask ‘how are you’, of enemies you made up in you head

poem to the one i miss the most

i can feel all that rage i used to have
all that darkness, all that emptiness turning into something that, in time, might become as bright as the light itself.

A functional fraud

The functional fraud suit is so heavy that one day I’m gonna crush under its weight. ‘Keep holding on’, I keep telling to myself.

Anotimpuri în unu. Prima toamnă (I)

Ce iarnă va fi aia fără tine?!

Gods reunited

Oh, Sister Havisham, he’d whisper. If only he could turn his face in the direction where her soul was waiting. And stay.

The Invisible Thread

There’s an Invisible Thread and no human can defeat its will.

Transition

Her soul was hollow
her voice gone
– as a Sun
in a post-apocalyptic script.