Make your life a poem.
I would like to live in a fairy tale
so that I could always smell a gingerbread
to forget about the whole scent of reality.
I will build a castle for myself
and
One day I will meet a beautiful prince
That won’t be a trick
The world will be magical.
I want it to be real
so that I could touch it with my hand
and feel it with my own heart.
I want to believe it’s true
so that I could see it with my eyes
even then when it’s not dark.
© W. Donovan
I stand in the middle of the dance floor.
You left me there. Alone.
In the Bride’s dress
I cannot move.
I’m here alone,
though I stand in a crowd of dancing couples.
© W. Donovan
Darkness it’s only darkness – you say. But what if you would never see the light again? Life in constant darkness makes you blind and you blindly stumble over gravestones.
© W. Donovan
they expect you to talk
doesn’t matter
about what
they expect you to talk
when you don’t
you’re nobody
when you don’t
you’re invisible
when you don’t
you’re weirdo
they expect you to talk
they can’t see you
they can’t hear you
it’s always not enough
© W. Donovan
A crowd of gray passers-by does not let me break through.
I am led by a colorless world going one way.
Pressed in the scheme.
Enslaved by the monotony of life.
Helpless…
© W. Donovan
Thank you, Dad
for supporting me.
I believe in you with all my heart.
Today is the day I want to thank you.
That you reflected back
that glare in my eyes.
You were always close to me.
I was patient, just like you.
You may have always loved my tears,
And you’ve always been to sing me a lullaby.
Don’t go away even when I close my eyes.
Because when I wake up the next day,
I want you to be at my side.
…
© W. Donovan
I’m standing in the rain
and I can’t feel anything.
Maybe I don’t have a heart because
in the past nobody gave me it.
© W. Donovan
Close my eyes and tell me
if the sky still meets the ocean.
The world in a haze
like in smoke from a cigarette.
The only sens was there
where my fingers
stroked his face.
© W. Donovan
Painted Poems 