Poesía | Your Own Commander

Your Own Commander

by Nathalie Markoch

something we could call self-importance

won't let us free ourselves from chains

'cause ancient hatred full of anger

still keeps struggling from within

grab some questions, or make some up

willing nonsense to step in

'cause acting like you know it all
blocks all knowledge to be seen

lack of comprehension, empathy and self-esteem

the Source of rotten human preachers

would they ever see what's wrong?

would the rest of us stand strong?

you are your own guideline

you draw your path in life

why let others take the lead?

why please them while keeping silence?

fake intentions, that's all I saw

cruel inventions of facts untold

let us be what we want to be

be your own commander

Poesía | Bring Innocence Back

Bring Innocence Back

by Nathalie Markoch

there was upon a time

when lullabies were sung

where clouds tasted like kindness

and rhymes were done with hope

bring those memories back, I told them

but no emotions were ever shown

if I had the power of shattering

I surely would let things go

help me choose a precious word

help me find that hidden thought

how could I have ever foretold

beauty in here would never dare to grow

again I find myself fainting

a forgotten pen on my right hand

some elusive letters I try to write
to see the ones that have already fallen to the side

oh... 

if only I had the power
to bring innocence back...

Poesía | Memories of Heists

Memories of Heists

by Nathalie Markoch

Crowded faces in the room

How could I try to assume

Creeping coil, smelling the truth

Of that painting... seems uncrooked

Different ways to see one's fate

You can pray, but you can´t reign

Enslaved illusions, drain some veins

Pure emotions left unsaid

Misled thoughts, unforgiven rhymes

Forgotten senses, left hopes aside 

Leave me behind... leave me, I´m blind

Crowded souls, I´m about to hide

Colours fading, dreams remain

Fakes some smiles, innocence raped

Longs for love.. longing to taste

Some cruel memories of heists

Different ways to act and fight

No one cares, no one denies

Wolf and prey... deceives, but fails

No, you can´t deceive yourself

Misled thoughts, unforgiven rhymes

Forgotten senses, left hopes aside 

Leave me behind, leave me, I´m blind

Crowded souls, I´m about to hide

Colours fading, dreams remain

Fakes some smiles, innocence raped

Longs for love.. longing to taste

Some cruel memories of heists

Cold increasing, feel my soul

Facing rumors, dreams untold

Tracing empty words left there

in those letters, in the air

Imagine fright, imagine light

It only increases the next disruption

Focus again, it´s not the same

Clouded imaginaries ahead

Some say it's wrong, we say it's right

Decide it now, time passes by

Who could improve, who could ensure

Safe in this mourn, but without you

Cold reigns my soul

Freeze the lights... freeze it all

Diario | Escoger

Hay un punto de quiebre fundamental cuando comprendes el verdadero impacto de saber elegir tu entorno.

Durante mucho tiempo asumí que el camino tenía que ser pesado o desgastante para ser real. Sin embargo, cuando eliges rodearte de las personas correctas y te entregas con presencia a lo que haces, la perspectiva cambia por completo. Todo cobra una claridad y una vitalidad distintas.

La gran diferencia no está en la dificultad del trayecto, sino en la calidad del espacio y de los vínculos con los que decides caminar. Saber elegir lo cambia todo.

Thoughts pass by like cyclones...
Words settle down like dewdrops...

Nathalie