resilience

you can bend me,
but not break me,
mold me into cups so i can fit,
soon i’ll be spilling my guts outside of it,
and you’ll be left with overflowing rage.
you can stretch me,
but not break me,
pull at my insides from one corner to another,
soon i’ll be covering the whole world with wonder,
and you’ll be stuck underneath.
you can compress me,
but not break me,
squeeze my skull into my other bones,
soon i’ll have a river of blood close,
and you’ll get to drown in it.
my name is resilience,
that’s why you can’t break me.
even if you kill me,
my spirit will take me
away from this earth and into the minds
of people willing to listen this time.

stop teaching me your hate

why don’t you stop teaching me your hate,
just let me leave, or let me live my fate,
your words are knives, so blunt and rusty.
there is no shame, just shame forgotten,
i’m hungry and my insides rotten,
my spirit knows no modesty.
stop teaching me your hate,
and let me live my fate.

judgement

words are meaningless,
i fight the thoughts,
but without words,
it’s like i lack a thousand swords.

i’m being punished
for something that i truly am,
just ovaries, and uterus, and tears,
my blood and menses,
prickly legs,
unshaven armpits, nightmares from hell,
and everything i do, or think, or say,
just gets me through another awful day.
for you, the hairier the better,
stronger,
for me, just ugly, barren, and unworthy.

i’m being punished
for wanting it all,
held accountable for every choice i make,
judged for passing the opportunity
to slave away beside you,
while you’re just another savior
that guides me, tells me what to do,
and sometimes smacks me,
throws me to the ground.
why do you kick so often
the air out of my lungs?
are you so scared of my so many tongues?
are you afraid that i will kick you down,
tear you apart,
maybe steal your crown?
no, i just want to act like you,
but without fear of being judged.
but all i can do right now is wash away my makeup smudge,
and sleep another sleepless night.

goodnight, my master,
lover,
father,
brother,
fright.

eternally

i’m just a tiny spec of soul,
forgotten in this rotten world,
i smell of lie and lies and i am whole,
with all my golden treasures and my heart purled,
i give you life and i give you trust,
and if you must,
i’ll give you me,
eternally.

acasa

casele mele inca nu s-au construit,
n-am caramizi, si nici mortar,
cimentul mi s-a intarit doar pe picioare,
si-as vrea sa fug departe,
dar ma doare
sufletul
ca poate vantul si cuvantul
imi vor stramba din nou
zambetul
atat de rece si pustiu.
eu ratacesc si inca nu stiu,
n-am casa, loc de atarnat de oase,
n-am liniste, dar poate
le voi gasi candva pe toate.
cu tine, fara tine, nici ca-mi pasa.
eu doar vreau sa fiu din nou acasa.

pictures

you sending me pictures
while you cuddle her
and stay on her floor,
and in the morning
you knock on my door
with a coffee in hand.
why can’t i understand?
you sending me pictures
means nothing but that.
it’s in the smiles and the features,
in the phone that you tap
with fervor and ardor.
you sending me pictures
is wrong
while you cuddle her.
sleep on her floor
and knock on her door,
stop borrowing time
from this soul of mine.

vise

uneori adun vise in solnite sparte,
dar ca sa vezi, ele nu stau,
se duc departe,
si eu raman inchisa intr-o casa goala.
daca tu pleci,
pe mine cine ma mai scoala?
caci somnul meu e dus adanc, departe,
caci pleoapele mi le-am lipit azi noapte,
caci cantecul ce imi canta de dimineata
e azi alarma care ma trezeste de la viata.
ah, am zis eu „viata”?
voiam sa zic de moarte,
dar azi nici asta nu ne mai desparte…

Pic.