LIFE

WORLD IS FULL OF BIRTH AND DEATH
AND  THERE IS NOT AVOIDANCE
THE WIND BLOWS  A CANDLE
LIFE  FLAMES OUT
THE BEAT OF THE HEART STOPS
AND IT’S QUIET
AND IT’S STILL.
AND SOMEWHERE ELSE A KID’S CRY
FILLS UP THE WORLD
AND THE HEART BEATS
AND BREATHS
WITH HAPPINESS.
 
 

28th of July 1997

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I wrote this poem when my grandfather was dying and I translated it for David’s mom. It is one year since she passed away. When somebody very closed to you passes away it makes you stop and think about life and the meaning of living. It’s the cycle of life and you can’t change it. You’re born and then you die, and the world is still spinning….

 
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DANCE

MOVEMENT OF THE BODY.
ECSTASY!
DANCE AND MUSIC –
FUSION OF TWO BODIES INTO ONE
UPLIFTED  ABOVE THE DANCE FLOOR!
SHIVERING!
BRR!
IT SPARKS! IT FLASH!
THEY ARE SO FAR FROM EACH OTHER
AND THEN THEY HUG SHAKING!…
 
 
THE MUSIC GO SLOWLY DOWN…
THEY GO SLOWLY DOWN TO THE GROUND.
THE MOVEMENT OF THE BODY LEFT OFF.
THE ECSTASY ENDS.
THE ONE BODY IS TWO.
 
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This is how I feel about dancing – as a passion thing.
My English teacher who helps me to translate it says that she would leave the bodies all together and never put them back on the floor. The passion should still continue. Wouldn’t be that nice? :)

THEN YES!

BREAK UP?
THEN YES!
IF YOU WANT THAT THEN YES!
END?
THEN YES!
 
DON’T LIKE, IT’S EASY?!
DON’T FEEL, IT’S EASY?!!
DON’T CRY, IT’S EASY?!!!
DON’T LOVE, IT’S EASY?!!!!
FORGIVE IS EASY?!!!!!
 
THEN, YES!
 
28th of July 1997
 
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This is the last poem which I wrote when my ex broke up with me.

COLD

FEELING.
CAN I STILL FEEL?
I’M COLD…
AFTER THAT,
AFTER THAT HAPPENED
I’M COLD AS STEEL.
LOVE.
CAN I STILL LOVE?
I’M COLD…
AFTER THAT,
AFTER THAT HAPPENED
I’M COLD AS ICE.
 
ICE WHICH CAN MELT.
WHICH CAN MELT
WHEN A WARM BEAM OF THE SUN MELTS IT.
MAYBE SOMEBODY’S BEAM WILL GET ME
AND I WILL MELT
AND I WILL FEEL
AND I WILL LOVE.
 
 
28th of July 1997
 
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MISTAKE

I’M TIRED
OF PEOPLE.
WHAT AM I PLAYING?
THE WOMAN WHO CAN BEAR EVERYTHING.
MISTAKE.
WHAT AM I PLAYING?
THE LOVE WHICH CAN HOLD ON FOREVER.
MISTAKE.
WHAT THE HELL AM I PLAYING?
IT’S HURTING.
IT HURTS.
I’M TIRED.
 
28th of July 1997 
 
© janalimo 

TWO

TWO
THEY WERE TOGETHER
BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT.
THEY DIDN’T KNOW EACH OTHER
THEY WERE SORROWFUL
THEY WERE STRIVING.
THEY WERE TOGETHER
BUT THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT.
THEY HAD SEX
BUT THEY DIDN’T HAVE EACH OTHER.
THEY HAD SEX
BUT THEY DIDN’T UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER.
THEY HAD SEX
THAT’S ALL THAT THEY HAD.
HE AND SHE
TWO
 
28th of July 1997
 
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I LOVED

I LOVED.
HIS BODY
HIS MOUTH
HIS EYES
HIS HAIR
HIS VOICE.
I LOVED.
BUT WHO?
HIS BODY
HIS BODY
HIS BODY
BUT
HIM HIMSELF
NO.
I LOVED  A DREAM.
 
 
28th of July 1997
 
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This poem and 4 more I wrote 8 years ago when my boyfriend broke up with me. All of my feelings inside me had to go out. It hurt so much that time that all of the poems I wrote in one minute!  Well, now I am happy that he did it. :)
 
I am trying to translate some of my poems but it is quite hard to do. These 5 poems don’t have rhyme so it is not so difficult but I have to consult them with my English teacher.
I won’t be able to translate poems with a rhyme, it is impossible for me.
 

FLYING POEM

  
LOOKING AT THE SKY
I FEEL SO HIGH
I FEEL SO HIGH
THAT I COULD FLY
 I COULD FLY THROUGHT THE CLOUDS
I COULD FLY AND TOUCH THE STARS
I COULD FLY AND TOUCH THE MOON
DON’T WORRY, I’LL BE BACK SOON.
 
 
10th of August 2005
 
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HE

IT’S NOT CRAZY.
IT’S YOU!
YOU ANIMAL
YOU DEVIL
YOU GALE
YOU WHIRLWIND
YOU CRAZY
YOU EGOIST
YOU EMOTIONAL
YOU EMPTY
YOU FULL
YOU SAD
YOU HAPPY
YOU LIFE
YOU DEATH…
 
February 2003
 
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