kernel, reflections

though the fact that they were terrible did not mean that they were necessarily truthful

Month: April, 2015

she said goodbye
and you replied
your eyes never left the screen.



It is quite impossible, I think,
to avoid the place where all great loves go;

I write and write and write
struggling to keep them afloat
and breathing forever

What I live for

I live for the little things.


For sea-salt on my naked skin and
ice-cold water down my throat,
I live for the sunset’s shades , the clouds’ stories
and jasmine’s smell on tranquil summer nights,
for the dreams I’m flying in-
I live for strong, sweet coffee and my nana’s bread
for nights in good company, for wisdom from ancient mouths
and for the sun rising from the sea,
I live for the waves that break the rock
and for the flowers that bring spring.
I live for the words inside me, for caring for my blood
for the leaves that dance frivolously in the wind-
I live for skies pouring heavy rain, for travelling steps and beautiful eyes
for music coming out of half-opened windows
and for your hand playing with my hair,
I live for babies’ innocent smiles&hugs and for
never-ending conversations in clean, white linen,

above all,
I live for the moment
you kiss my forehead

exchange of

Part your lips
and let your words
travel free
through the soft, wet slit of your mouth
let them float
into the night
against the blackness of one sky

Let them come to you
with all their stories
let them speak with fascination
like children discovering
long-known truths
of a world startled by
love and kindness
let them show you hope
let them help you see hope