Green surrounds me
flowers all in bloom
the sun is shining brightly
making shadows in my room

The buzz of all the insects
is what is filling my ears
wondering what to read next
while seconds feel like years

Peaches hang in trees
they fall softly on the ground
wind is just a breeze
and silence is the sound

So I sit here
reading calmly
tonight is when I’ll cheer
it’s the sun of which I’m feeding
while the sky is blue and clear

I wrote this after watching ‘call me by your name’, trying to imagine how one must feel, spending a summer in Crema, the beautiful town where the film was, mostly, shot. 

Inside me
is a screaming girl
shouting I should
talk a little more.

Even though
the girl is more often
present now, she still,
when I talk to some people,
does not find
the connection to
my mouth.

And when she is gone
I become this monster,
so insecure
and
desperately reaching
for her voice.

Lately I have been reaching
too often, because
I haven’t been talking
to you at all,
I have only been screaming
pathetically
in silence.

An electric shock
seeps through my veins
I suddenly feel
exhilarated.
My mouth is pushed up
My feet are light
My chest aches

I keep asking myself:
do I need to see a doctor?

But, what for?
Cause
I am not too sure
If I actually want a cure.

I want to
take your hand and
softly lock it into mine.

I want to
explore the sea and the land
for us to intertwine.

It is
your laugh
your eyes
your voice

you capsize

me
you

Am I your ‘you’ too?

BHS

Salted water
drops
into
salted water.

Isn’t it astonishing how
some words seem to
concur, as if
they must be together
because they just fit,
as if
seeing them apart
seems strange
all of a sudden.

BHS

I have never
known how
a flower smelled.
I have never
known how
a new book felt.
my books are old,
my flowers dead.

But maybe they did unfold
maybe they did spread
while I didn’t look.

I’ll love my old book.

Snow lands softly
on the ground.

Children playing
all around

with red noses
and excited faces.

The tree and presents
are standing in their places.

Homes smell like
jazz and spice

Outside, lakes
are covered in ice.

Everyone’s sprinting to
get their last shopping done,

The festive season has begun.

Get out
of your shell
and scream
if you like.

Do, do, do
and dance
if you want to.

Sing and
smile even when
you can’t.

Get out!
Do! Do! Do!

BHS
 

“A spark
is very bright
in the dark”

she says,
while silently screaming
just to be heard.

Her vision
her world
always so blurred.

No one sees or
hears, cause
no one knows.

She cried and
she tried
but she just froze.

So she looks
at a spark
and slowly crashes
back in the dark
sparks turned to ashes.

BHS