Tuesday, December 26, 2017

127 beautiful marks

I want to be
Christmas lights
and the snow on their nose
and eat every colour 
on the colouring board,
to feel and not to pose.
I want my big eyes
to speak
about where I've been
and my enormous heart 
to show
the love I see. 
I can't help but wonder
why on earth I let myself
be hidden in the dark
when everything 
I've ever loved
has left so many beautiful marks. 
"It's not me, trust me" 
has made them 
so confused. 
But it's not me, trust me,
you haven't seen the 
real one fully...
it's making me confused too. 
Laugh and find the light
and the vulnerability in me.
I am much more
what meets the eye,
you... and I
soon can see. 



Monday, December 25, 2017

1:27am at Christmas Eve

Külmakraadid
suudlesid
mu põski
ning ma arvasin,
et nüüd olen
armastatud.
Ei arvanud.
Vaid olingi.


Freezing air
kissed
my cheeks
and I thought
that now I am
loved.
I didn't think so.
I really was.



Wednesday, December 20, 2017

It was not 1:27 but I was feeling it...

From this time on
my promise
to myself is
to take care
of myself first.
I do not
care anymore
about hypothetical thoughts,
about hypothetical
things
and words
and promises.
I care about
well being.
Simply being.
About how and who
puts the stars
in my sky
and eyes,
about why
I want to be
kissed and killed by the sea.
I care about what makes
me
me...
and what
makes me
dance in my poetry.