Watching stars

Watching stars

Don’t explain what it was

Let’s just watch stars,

Like it’s our last time,

In the world where nothing lasts.

We’re always forced to play roles,

With fake smiles heart grows cold,

But I still don’t hate this world,

If still there are stars, there’s hope.

We may never meet again,

Don’t tell me, I’m aware,

Stop justifying your every step,

It’s already a crime that we’re here.

I care for you, even if it’s wrong,

To care for another living soul…

Don’t explain what it was,

A star falling down you cheek,

Don’t be afraid to feel,

You’re not weak, you’re real.

© Laura Dambite, 2015

No matter how many years pass by, I won’t lose the things you gave me, those memories are a part of my beating heart… they humanize me… they make me real…

Dead butterflies

Dead butterflies

Your pretty words

Are complete nonsense,

Escaping your lips

Only to fall down

Like dead butterflies.

Only a fool can remark,

Their inner beauty,

Justify the crime

Of being empty inside.

So you feed the naive souls,

With lies and crave for their existence

In your life and head,

Because otherwise...

You’ll turn into a butterfly yourself...

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Some can’t live without lies anymore, it’s not a bad habit or an addiction, it’s the only way of living, achieving and gaining attention they know…

Fireworks and New Year’s resolutions (Poem and thoughts)

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Fireworks

We can’t stand and watch fireworks forever,

It’s hard to admit,

We live in their smoke rest of our time,

Only to see this day again

And to allow ourselves to be happy,

Like there’s nothing to regret,

Like we never grew up.

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

I wrote this poem last year, on 1 January, my only wish for 2014 was to be happier and now a year has gone by and I can admit, that I was and I am truly happier. Because I found strength to move forward and say words, do things I was nervous about. I found a friend, a real one, even if I didn’t believe I ever would, but everything can happen, if you make step forwards.

I achieved many things, that may be not so visible at first, but are real and important achievements for me. I even started to smile a little more…

I don’t have any New Years resolutions, I will do things, I will make changes happen, not plan them, not think or dream about them, but do!

Look at your New Year’s resolutions,

Aren’t they just a sweet bunch of lies?

It’s said – don’t make promises when you’re happy,

They will fade away like the sparkles in your eyes.

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

There’s no such a thing as New Year – new me, it’s an pretty illusion, I will use my experience to make myself and things better. Others can long for changes and sit in one place, but I will improve, I will go only forward, not promising but doing.

I’m the change, you’re the change, we are the change we need!

Candle’s flame

Candle’s flame

A flame of a candle,

Still keeps the warm in your heart,

And it’s light,

Keeps sparks in your eyes.

But there’s no one inside,

For a so long,

Only remains of you,

Trying to imitate your life.

But your lips smile,

As no one knows the truth

And brain create lies,

As the only thing it remains to do.

And you still receive love,

But you can’t give it back,

As the wounded soul,

Only gains pain instead.

You’re a candle,

And you’re running out of time,

But no one sees how you’re burning down,

They only see your light.

© Laura Dambite, 2013.

Please, please never burn out…

Despair

Despair

A wish to be found,

Turns into despair,

And in every stranger eyes,

You search a reflection of yours.

But all you get is promises of liars,

They count how much your soul is worth,

And will take all without hesitation

Until you’re, again, poor and lost.

But still you go on,

Hope is the only thing you can afford,

Because in their values,

Feelings have the lowest costs.

This is how our world spins,

They have bought our time,

And all it’s left is to yearn,

For days that can’t be rewind.

© Laura Dambite, 2013.

Gray and endless days only show how cold and empty we can be inside… still we childishly hope, we’re only lost and someone can find us and warm our hearts…

Autumn’s gray skies (Feelings, Thoughts)

Autumn’s gray skies 

I see our sadness gathering the rain clouds, but it never rains, as those clouds are empty, all the water already ran down our cheeks… But still the clouds won’t leave the autumn skies and people don’t recognize, separate them from the real ones, we’re used to the gray and endless autumn’s sky… and feed them saying that we’re “fine”, only to break down when we’re alone… and, God, why it sounds so normal, like it’s the only life we know, like it’s the right way to live… are you okay with it?

We create those gray skies, we cover the sun with our own clouds of fear, doubt, sadness, denial, pain, hate, weakness… like we don’t deserve the sun, light and love… we voluntary sing the lullaby of endless sleep and self-negation… so we could justify our inner death and don’t move forward…

Some of us are cowards, some hurt or broken, other numb or given up… and the saddest part is that we’re fine with it… not ready, not trying, not wanting to help and be helped, heal and be healed, care and be cared for, ask and listen, give and take… because then we need to force ourselves to do something, for us, for others, for a better day… But we are worth to take and share the best this life and world can give us… all what we need to do is take a step and stretch a hand… to fall into the world full of love, light, understanding and acceptance… give all your love, hope, strength and you’ll receive three times more…

It won’t be easy in the beginning… the storm will take away your peaceful sadness, but the things you’ll discover will be worth it… maybe even strange… when you’ll rediscover your beloved ones, your friends, your home… see them in full of sun colors… because you can still fall in love with this world… you may not believe it… I didn’t too… I used to create those clouds like you…

I can see the sun breaking through the clouds, can feel how many eyes looked up and how many lips cracked a smile… and how many will do, when they’ll let go the clouds, their fear and doubt, other things keeping them down… and accept the sun, shining for every one of us…

Laura Dambite

Creators

Creators

We’re all creators,

Words, colors, sounds, stones,

Metals, threads, skin, bones,

No matter what we use

As a material to create something new,

To inhale life in our dream realms.

It’s our true meaning,

Look no further,

You’ve been gifted,

To create, to inspire life itself,

World hungers for your next masterpiece,

It believes in you, do you believe in yourself?

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Seems it’s the only truth I know and believe in… it’s our point of life… there’s no doubt… we live to create…

In the rain

In the rain

Stay with me in the rain,

It’s cold,

So am I,

But you’re the fire,

I will never be able to touch…

So different,

Yet, we cross our paths,

Only to see

How our worlds collide,

There’s nothing more.

Because I will never be like you,

Alive,

With a burning heart,

Loved by life,

My smile will never awake a smile.

But let me embrace you

Through the rain,

If this feeling is real,

There nothing can stand in between,

Only reality…

© Laura Dambite, 2013.

It’s raining again, I like how rain opens doors that lead to days full of happiness and pain, to memories I can’t escape… 

Cutting a smile

Cutting a smile

Push the blade stronger

To cut a smile,

There’s no use to linger

You lived too long in a lie.

So, now you’ll smile forever,

No more faking or masks,

Because knife knows better

Your purpose, your tasks.

The smile will show them,

How truly happy you’re,

The knife will show them,

How deeply pure your intentions are.

Because you can’t share their sickness,

They twisted and shattered your mind too far,

Leaving you not sane, faceless,

To wash yourself pure in their blood.

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Well, wanted to write something about how bad could be if society forces people to wear smiles, masks. Somehow it turned not the way I wanted, but… well it’s late October and Halloween is tomorrow… so it inspires me in some strange, creepy way…  The poem reminds me something about Jeff the killer from Creepypasta… I’m not an expert on that… but what brings me my Muse, I’m accepting gladly...

The sea of memories

The sea of memories

Sailing through waves of memories,

Waiting until I’ll start to live…

I’m lost in this sea,

It’s a raindrop, but it’s an ocean to me…

I’ve found nothing worth to love,

The sea showed me, people come and go…

But it didn’t swallowed my believes,

My ship is a wreck, still it swims…

Sun is burning me alive,

Still I stand and keep the land in eye…

Someday I’ll reach that shore,

Even if my journey leaves me sore…

I’m not afraid to sink,

I need to stop waiting, start living…

Hope will be my guiding wind,

Sails already rising…

Sailing through my memories,

Waves of blue and green…

And one day, I believe,

I’ll reach the land of reality…

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

So this is where I’m now in my live… I’m ready to leave my past behind, to sail through storms… I’m not waiting anymore… It’s time to start living, not existing… I’m truly happy, that I finally understand it…