Personal borders

The lounge dream around my feet
Is thick and solid
And keeps annoyances and doubts
at bay.
I draw it each day
But vanishes during the day
Under the lightning of others.
The market is sometimes hard to find
In the big bag.

Nest building

Mouth full of twigs
I cannot speak not smile
Whole flying to my near.
I build out each day,
And my uncomfortable today
Is a loved step ahead.

Bright spots

The city at night
Is revealed by its spots
Delineating where the feet and the hearts
Go and hide.
Everything seems far
And secluded in itself,
Concentrating the energies left today
For tomorrow.

Weight loss

I have removed you
Grin your crystal pedestal,
Stupid thought of the perfect body weight.
I freed space and feel lighter,
Feelings of acceptance stepped in
And a realistic daily plan.

Office renovation

Silver and pink will make my office
Mine.
The sensitivity and hardness of metals
Will match the comfort of my feminine side
And lead the science and the people.
The domestic poetry of proteins
Will join the practically and instability of research.

Horizon hold

Now you can see me
And include me in your plans
Of succulent dinners and unreachable offices.
I will embrace your plan,
Obscure and personal,
Until we stand on a higher rock
And I will see what the horizon holds.

Instinct talking

The instinct never lies
And lime a radar spots the dangers
For you
Even when hidden under the surface.
Listen and draw the map
To avoid the traps
Like a champion of alpine slalom.

White escape

Add a stroke of pink to your writings
And a curl to your Ts and your Is
When the window is closed
and no escape can be found.
The head down on the white paper
Can imagine a world of fun and flowers
With exercise
Even In a grey cubicle.

Home prize

The arrival home
Is a proper for the intense day
As the boiling stew expects
a smile and a daily achievement.
The day closes sweet and homey
After hours in the artificial world
That takes your breath away.

Candy training

Up and down the candy goes
Sitting lazy on my belly
And looking at me
While breathing heavily.
I see you, I dare you,
I hear with my eyes
When my abs stretch and push it away.

Baby vision

Red Hair and a pointy nose
Are your ticket in this trip
Between mountains of velvety sheeps
and tons of vivid petals.
I see what you see
With suspense
And touch those peculiarities
That dot the panorama
And that drive me to the top.

Friendship birth

A hug not asked
A free content that surprises,
I am sure,
Mark the birth of a friendship,
Like milestones on the road.
I felt the connection,
A missing sister with more experience,
Whose oven is always on
And whose table has always an extra chair.

Alphabet tending

I let my words go
With direct strokes and clear edges
To transfer with the minimum black
The condensed story.
No word should leave a physical mark
On an innocent candid sheet
But on a private moment in time.

Intensity boundary

Intensity is of nature
Like the deep blue of that alpine lake
And the depth of the valley
I live in.
Science sweats and turns
To give new limits to the boundaries
Of what we see and what we touch.

Cat

It drives me to the edge and stares
At me and my silky pink pajama
Flowing with no respect.
My thoughts fill the void,
Like flowers the gaps you don’t consider,
And freedom is here.

Horoscope room

Bubbles in the room
Encapsulate ideas and experiments
Forming a personalized constellation.
The horoscope tells a story
Of falls and traps
On the way to a more understanding atmosphere
And the final disclosure of your potential.

Love jump

My stomach jumps
When you positively appear
and stare at me in the trembling chair.
The laughter is uncontrollable
And a new movie is being directed in my head,
Not only protagonists but explorers.

Common not

A common Thursday is here
With its common tasks of no flavour
And I face it head up,
Wrapped in a common blue dress.
As a common person,
I will hear and raise my voice.

Golden star

I smiling enter the tunnel
of fantastic travels
And uninhibited thoughts
While the wet really condenses around me.
The minutes dilate
And the day got a its golden star
Even today.

What what

I have run out of words
And of desire to think forward.
My calories are not burning
In this day of rain
and suspended motivation.