Forever Always Me

I like the quiet looks

I like the silent parks

I like the morning softness on my pillow

I like the million noiseless wishes

I like the moments that are still

I like the movements that are fully felt

I like my stupid voices arguing inside

I like me sometimes when I smile in a way

that no one else but me can understand

I like the way it feels when I recall a dream

completely without images

I like when I feel

I like that I feel more than I don’t feel

I like the way I realize things

that others say aren’t there

I like that I know my fears

and that I know what I no longer fear

I sometimes wish I could share all this

other times I like that I’m the only one like me

I guess when I wish that someone understands

my true desire is to see some me in some else

I like that I’m just me

because I wouldn’t know

how anything else feels

that’s why it’s always me

forever always me

Poem of Early Summer

I wrote this piece 4 months ago and translated it into English. The original language is Slovak – my native language. So I hope it flows well and the message is clear…

Silence

Under the apple tree
in the field,
in silent garden
by the fence.

Waiting for nothing…
Reside in silence.

To bend in a field?
To trim the silence?
The silent customs
way into summer.

Handfuls of salt,
the sky is drunk,
sorrow.

Everything is spoiled
in the hot breath.

In those deceptive fields
I have unique fate.

Or should I go on
trying quietly?

Leafy noises
annoying flies
sleepy ladybug
fresh in the morning,
insectivorous plant.
Its own world…

In the neighbourhood,
ornamental trees.
Washed lips…
Cautious words,
not ornamental rhymes.

We walk belonging,
to ourselves,
in awful silence.

We walk in silence…