This Summer: Thunders and Rain

Do u feel like, your all alone..in a a dark hole?
Do you  dream of the sun, like going down, never showing up?
We all feel hurt and loss, but they don’t let us
We all fight in in the rain, but scream louder…..louder then the thunders
Louder then the nature’s cry
Breaking into many parts….still flying high.

Do they feel. like we do under the rain  and sun
They just see rain water, rolling down my cheeks
No, they don’t dream…they just  think…
They just fight, fight with the sticks and stones
They can’t never cry nor scream… louder….louder then the thunders
Louder  then the  nature’s cry
They’re dead…broke into pieces..standing low…under our feet.

this summer: Plastic living thing

Just staring at his eyes, as he stares at his phone
Was trying to hold his hand like we used to do
Before they brought the out that plastic living thing, with luxurious services
That  everyone carries  nowadays….everywhere they go…whatever they do
We just get so much attraction in complaining about others lives
Whereas we our-self stare at a box, amazed by the little words and letters
Scrolling up and down, maybe side to side
Just signing up in various social medias,
Charging my phone, feeling down when theres no one
No cuddling, no smooching, no privacy
No conversations no nothing.

Pandora Diary: I own the night

Do you have any idea how it feels to walk in an empty room, take a sit and stare at the wall? Blank wall? Close your eyes and imagining an event where the entire room with your work, finely framed and with people gawking at your paintings or probably looking at their own self from the glasses. Then opening your eyes and all the dreams and imaginations disappear leaving a little hint in our mind that the blank wall is waiting….waiting to filled with colors and dreams mostly from people who dreams big.