Middle of Madness

To be creative is painful

It takes time and there are

Long periods of procrastination

So here we are again

A manic stroke in end of May

When the lights is on the whole night

And people getting crazy

Nervous and filled with desire

The mind is turning, round, round all the time

Feeling bad and lost

Still so creative

How I love this feeling

Still hate it

Cannot find word

These last days has been like that

Loss of words

Ending the Relationship

Anxiety cannot help

It only tells you to run

Run quickly

Everything more complex

Than that anxiety will not solve

Anything

But here I am running around

Prepared to leave

Without money or anything else

Needed to live

Just starting all over again

Mixed Breed

Trying to avoid starvation

Which always happens when

The mind and the body

Do not go together

When the mind is divided

Screaming out pain and frustration

When two different souls

Share one body

Wanting so much

Achieving so little

Striving in different

Directions

Bad Times

I know

I have to fight

But

I have been fighting

My whole life

Every time things get worse

Only temporary victories

The Third Night

I could not sleep
The night felt like an eternity
A five the sleep took me away
Like the wind in trees
Going on in eternity
A Woman I became
Full of fear and agony
I died in childbirth
Twenty years I spent
With you
When I woke up
My bed was full of blood
Even though it was a dream
The body suffered a great deal