“We are power” by Odelia Rozenfeld

We are power, fire, burning deep in our veins. We are life, death has befallen to its grave. We are light, auras that shine the universe. We are dreams, covered in snow, mountains hide in forests. We are Power, the “what”, the “if are noiseless lullabies we keep at sleep. We are power, as we…

“A letter to myself” by Odelia Rozenfeld

Hey kid, raise your head, they drowned you in their oceans, shattered your soul, broke your bones, but raise your head, not your voice, instead, believe in all that you are, and all the great things you can be. Raise your eyes to the sky, and believe in the life you were meant to live….

“If my heart could see your heart” By Odelia Rozenfeld

If my heart could see your heart what would it see?   The oceans of change or the capital of love, in the vista of one’s beating heart, could it vision your tears when grief has arrived or the glee and amazement that has come?   If it could see, would it look at the…

Just that poor kid

Aftermath, 17 years ago, leftover trash piled at my door, all my clothes and all my things piled in empty bags that fill nothing. On a day I never forgot, they had changed my name, to “that poor kid”. Limping street to street with heavy bags, walking miles just to save one loaf of bread….

The ones that flee

You always adored those butterflys and their velvet wings, and how they fly with no care.   Galloping from flower to flower, and I never really understood, how one can adore the ones that flee?   They care for no one, only for themselves! And what about the ones that stay? Whom don’t have stain…

Don’t mind me

When you spit on my bronzed skin, don’t mind me, I’m just a human. When you trample on my achievements sizing them to ants, don’t mind me, surely you can do better. And as your raven eyes seem to see my flesh as a rag of this earth don’t bother to mercy this beating heart….

All you ever needed

As you river about how your thighs expand with each bite you take, and how your eyes are when you wake from a dream flight, or how many paths wrinkle your face. I can never really understand which eyes have you used today? Because all you needed was to be was yourself, with that hunger…

Feeding the beast

The beast, it hides within me, when I sleep, it wakes, horrifying my dreams, bewitching my thoughts. I awaken aswet, the beast, it never dormirts, a power creature of construction. I am it’s founder, I built it’s strength, and now I see myself, wilting as it devourers all of my strengths. Pitiful creature who are…

Cannibalism

With your leftover heart you continue to crawl, in the cracks of  life.   Your lights, have become shadows, and your screams are muted. No one cares for your struggles, as they pass the same ones.   While, all you craved was some mercy on your pitiful soul.   Your soul is a delicacy for them, they carve their tables, to adapt to your corpse.   Your tears…

There is a rainbow for your tears

  Some people cry on rainbows, some even sink in seas. And all I knew is people liked to laugh, but they were afraid. Afraid they might be too happy, afraid it might become worse, too quick, too soon. Some people sing, others might dance, Yet they all yearn, to touch the heavens even for…

Where do I find my power

The blizzard would harm my home, tearing the doors, ripping all I had, all I was, and now I am here in peace with nothing. A whole of emptiness. It levitates me, this hurricane. New roots will grow as my mind never failed to grow. This is a whole of emptiness, what am I? The…