gami-i

[gami-i]

Im a servant to the heart.

It yearns and I tumble down to you.

[gami-i]

bundled up in colours

like a valley of flowers

in a bright summer afternoon

much like a wandering traveller.

I sow myself,

In a ground of olives

near the mediterranean

but always near you.

I dont believe in promises

much like you.

But i believe the flower will bloom

well you are one too.

I believe in a home

woven inside a heart

Im not a butterfly for sure

but I do fly for you baby.

and that the sun is rising

i bundle myself in petals again.

i cover myself in pretty clothes

just to see life,

never the same way again.

and love is synonym for home

for it has always been.

and they say you cant find yourself in others

but no one found me better than you.

[gami-i]

Words are mere contracts.

and Im just a pen to everything thats ever said.

but its soothing,

the warm haze around conversations.

Im with you in every little sigh you take

and every little crackle you do.

and that this life is not fair

and its haunting you

but its soothing,

the bright sunlight under our conversations

Im with you in every little story you share

and every other pain you feel

and that this life is hard.

and its haunting us

but its soothing,

The silenece between us is meditative.

Im with you in every thought you have,

In every little song you sing

and that this life is cruel,

People are much crueler.

and I dont want it to haunt you more.

But i promise, its soothing.

the unsaid promises and unseen trust.

Its warm and sunny around our periphery

And that this life is just another human

a stranger, to everyone.

who walks around in circles,

Talks around in circles

Its soothing.

knowing nothings gonna run away.

knowing too well

each day

there is a smile to wake up to

and

always a pillow to rest our eyes.

[gami-i]

There is a night coming where the stars will spell our name.

[gami-i]

My life has always been an attempt to write in the way all the poets have written before. To grasp onto life like they did. To squezze the marrow out of it.

To bleed in words and cry in stanzas.

Futile. Everything.

Hoping the next one isn’t.

Yet the words weigh heavy on my tongue and never in my pen. and the world spins one more time.

I think maybe the poets are just far better with words than me. I didnt read the dictionary enough. I dont know what lives they lived.

Futile. But for a reason. A reason for which I must continue.

[gami-i]

Keep a hug waiting for me.

only for me.

[gami-i]

I have been wanting to write everything I have been thinking about.

But as the words begin to sprout out I realise this mind is just a warehouse for everything.

It thinks and thinks and does nothing else.

Clock feels like a ticking time bomb

and days feels like hours I cant spend on anything.

I say, there is so much to do.

But for the mind there is none.

and for the heart its tomorrow not today.

I guess we all do feel it once in a while.

Our wants are never met,

cause this life is a greedy corrupted politician.

Yet still we do ask and ask.

Each time questioning things about ourselves.

Are we ever enough?

Why cant I do enough?

and we never find answers to it.

We just live and look for it as we breathe.

This time I hope we do the same.

The summer is approaching

and in this scorching desert

there will be an oasis

for us to breathe.

[gami-i]

🥺

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Getting hurt is like getting cold

We all do get it,

sometimes,

when the wind moves

But you dont have to feel like you deserve to be hurt.

Embrace it when it does

but never relive it.

Like air, that we only breathe once.

Every next wave is just a rigged game of chance

and you must know know it-

Its rigged in your behalf.

So breathe….. 1 in 2 out 1 in 2 out

.

.

and its summer already,

Your cold will soon be better.

.

[gami-i]

Alterations could never stand

while my heart sometimes could.

It cracks me open-

and throws my body for the world to stab at.

I thought i was a boomerang,

until i cut those edges myself.

Now im a mere slab of wood,

carving myself with shaky hands-

never from terror,

but with love, love and love.

and with pockets full of sand and stone,

and a beating heart,

full with fragile words

and a face with fragile eyes-

I think im too heavy to run now,

so, throw my imperfect wood in the sky

and look at me fall back to you.

My shape is just a decoration

when the heart dont need a reason.

and shaky words never did lie,

while a home always survived the storm.

so I say,

I come in bundles my love,

so you can never take a bite at my heart

you have to eat my all.

and for if I did love you one moment

meaning Im loving you forever,

there are no bargains in love.

[gami-i]

🫂🪻🍀

The journey may be long, tedious,at times lonely too but once I see you, I'm full and complete , coloured in you blue hue.

[gami-i]

everything is heavy.

and I don’t know what weighs more.

The dream, the expections or the hope.

[gami-i]

Its a spark, no-

its a light, maybe-

its a whole sun in my heart.

burning itself to ashes, fiercely,

its magma, bubbling, when you speak.

maybe i was born to listen to you.

And i burn myself sometimes baby,

i roar in pain before sleep.

love is the warmth you provide

love is the pain i imagine

knowing this life wont be enough to hear your every word

and that this sun i have in my heart

has ages more to live

but love is the mortality it carries

and i live and you do at the same time

maybe love was the tiny messages we send each other

and that sun in my heart is burning

it burns even when it rests

so maybe love is just a step away from our sleep.

And I speak and you do at the same time

maybe its all but a lovely coincidence.

[gami-i]

WRITE WRITE & WRITE !!!

Thats what my heart yells each night. Then I take a detour to the woods but never find wildflowers as pretty as you.

[gami-i]

I think the moon is bewildererd by its own beauty that the scars only serve as a decoration to its glare.

Does the moon also see its reflection in the water, and curse itself for the scars?

[gami-i]

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and for every smile that ever crosses your cheek

there is some part of me, that dies within it.

and everytime i do die,

I hope

your lips wake me up again.

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[gami-i]

The truth is,

You are so shiny and my words are mere rocks in the ground.

and so my probings are nothing but an futile attempt to to define you, but you speak and I melt

when even the fire fails to.

[gami-i]

You are so gentle.

I wish your health was as gentle to you.