Sunday, November 7, 2010

I Slept Through It All

Love is like a blindfold
I touch, without seeing, I feel everything
And I can't see myself
Getting old
Somehow not, so much bolder
As I was before
In another country
With some other girl (?)
Was it just a dream
Or a memory
If not one, then the other
Make me wonder then, love
Humor me.
If this, too, is a dream
Or a memory?


There is a stop and go method of reading poems. See if you can make this one sing in your head.


  1. lovely!

    ps: what happened to this blog? you don't wanna make fun of peoples' mothers anymore? :D

  2. More into touching people through my poems these days ;)


  3. memory maybe ...
    very well written nothingman...

    take care

  4. Where's the like button ? Louwwwed it !