When I was human 30

I was once human

I was once part of this earth

Breathing, walking, living

Just like everyone else.

A time came when I left

Bodies, stories, memories, lives

Behind

And went somewhere far away

From the mind of humans,

From the earth itself

Becoming nothing

Becoming everything

Becoming something

And then nothing again.

I was once human,

I dreamt of being a god

Of nothingness,

But then I would still be something

So I gave it up

While I was once human

I gave everything up

When I was nothing

I dreamt of nothing

I didn’t know I was

I knew I could be

Something

When I was human.

When I was human 29

To go up high

You first have to descend into hell

To fly above the mountains tops

You first have to plunge into caves

To know thyself

To then forget yourself

To then remember your image

Reflected back at you

From a place between the stars

From a place between the grass blades

From a place between the rivers

Meeting to form an ocean

Of knowing who you are

Who you were

Who you will be.

Submit your writing!

Some of you already know about the project on my YouTube channel – “A poem a day”. If you don’t know about it, but are curious what it’s about, you can check the link below and it will take you to the playlist with all the poems I have written and published in video format.

I have launched a new project – “A poem a day – We are the writers” that is going to be a new playlist on the channel containing poems presented in video format, written and created by those who, like me, write poems or short prose. I am challenging the world of literature a little, wanting to integrate a new way of expression when it comes to poems, playing with words and their meaning, for just as we’re always changing, transforming and evolving as humans, so is the language, although the art world is sometimes stricter in its acceptance of newness, even though we have avant-garde as a big current to inspire. I believe all of us are writers in one or another, from how we write the script of our lives to how we actually write what is called “literature”. As such, anyone who feels like sharing words with the world, be it in the form of a poem or prose, may submit their writing for review in view of being published on the channel.

The video can either be made by the writer with their own footage and audio (original video/audio), thus making sure it doesn’t infringe on any copyrights, so there are no problems with YouTube’s policies, either the video is made with videos taken from websites like pexels, unsplash (be sure that is says “free to use” in the video description when you download) and using music from YouTube’s Audio Library, either the video is made by me. The audio with the poem / prose must be recorded by the author.

If any copyright issues are found by YouTube checks when it comes to a video made by the author, the video will be deleted and the author’s writing will not be accepted any longer, so please take care when it comes to copyright.

Any genre except dark / gothic and punk is accepted as long as the language used is not offensive, discriminating in any way, and no curse words.

You can send the submission and your option for video via email at lifeandothercases@gmail.com

If you know people who might be interested, feel free to forward them this announcement.

Unii dintre voi cunoașteți deja projectul de pe canalul meu de YouTube – „A poem a day”. Dacă nu îl știți și sunteți curioși despre ce este vorba, puteți da un click pe linkul de mai jos care vă duce la lista cu toate poeziile scrise și publicate în format video.

Am lansat un nou proiect – „A poem a day – We are the writers” care va apărea ca o nouă listă pe canal, conținând poezii prezentate în format video, scrise și create de către cei care, ca și mine, scriu poezii și proză scurtă. Provoc puțin lumea literaturii, dorind să integrez o nouă formă de exprimare care, atunci când vorbim despre poezii, se joacă cu cuvintele și semnificația lor având în vedere că, așa cum și noi ne schimbăm, transformăm și evoluăm ca oameni, la fel se întâmplă și cu limba, cu toate că lumea artei este uneori mai strictă în acceptarea noului, chiar dacă avem marele curent avant-garde ca inspirație. Cred că suntem cu toții scriitori, într-o formă sau alta, de la cum scriem scenariul propriei vieți la cum scriem ceea ce se numește „literatură”. Așadar, oricine simte să împartă cuvinte cu lumea, fie prin poezii, fie prin proză, poate trimite pentru examinare scrierile în vederea publicării pe canal.

Videoul poate fi făcut fie de către autor cu propriile imagini și audio (original video/audio), asigurându-ne astfel că nu sunt probleme de copyright pentru a nu avea probleme cu politicile YouTube, fie să fie realizat cu videouri descărcate de pe siteuri precum pexels, unsplash (asigurați-vă că scrie „free to use” în descrierea videoului când îl descărcați) și folosind muzica din YouTube Audio Library, fie videourile sunt făcute de mine. Partea audio cu recitarea scrierii trebuie înregistrată de către autor.

Dacă verificările YouTube găsesc probleme de copyright legate de un video creat de autor, videoul va fi șters și scrierile autorului nu vor mai fi acceptate, așadar vă rog să aveți grijă în ceea ce privește copyright.

Orice gen, mai puțin dark / gotic sau punk este acceptat atâta timp cât limbajul folosit nu este ofensiv, nu discriminează în vreun fel și nu conține cuvinte insultătoare / înjurături.

Puteți trimite scrierile și opțiunea aleasă pentru video via email la adresa lifeandothercases@gmail.com

Dacă cunoașteți persoane care ar putea fi interesate, trimiteți fără probleme anunțul acesta și lor.

When I was human 28

I was in a garden

Of my own making,

I wasn’t in the story

Of Adam and Eve

Although I might just as well

Have been,

You might just as well

Have been;

We don’t know

What was first,

The chicken or the egg,

Maybe neither;

Then how did we appear,

From what, from where?

I have no idea,

Nor do I need to know

To peacefully sit in my garden

I only need to be

Me,

No one else,

Cannot be someone else,

Don’t want to be either;

My garden smells of roses,

Of jasmine and some tea

Brewed on the wooden benches

Of old trees

Telling stories

Of what used to be

What is

And what will be

In the garden of dreams

I still live.

When I was human 27

In a world of ants,

I was just another ant

Working its way through

Life

Lived as a human,

From a slightly higher perspective

Then when I was an ant

In I don’t remember what life;

I work just as much, or maybe,

Even more

Then when I was building communities

With my fellow ants;

Now, we all still work,

But separately, although

The impression is of one soul

That holds on to something ancient

Like a calling to go home;

But home is neither here,

Nor there,

It could be everywhere,

It could be nowhere

The world is the same

Be it for the ant

Or for the human

Soul.

When I was human 26

I was flying,
I was anchored to the earth
Learning how to walk
In a world of clouds and jungle,
Summer came
Just like any other year,
Unknowingly silent,
Yet loud for the ears
Of insects
Passing by
Near the sea,
Near a temple
In which I got lost
Trying to find myself
Anew
In a year that wasn’t
Bad or good,
It was just lived,
Saying goodbye
Saying hello
To the versions of me
I was
I could be,
I wasn’t particularly happy,
I wasn’t particularly sad either,
I was simply flying with the Gods.

When I was human 25

Days in red

Going slowly

Through life

As the wind passes by

Announcing rain, or maybe just summer

Buzzing through the grass

Insects abound

In a world of noise and silence,

In the cityscape they fall

And rise

With the seasons’ passing;

I am born

I live

I die

In an infinite cycle

Of being me, yet still different

From life to life

I jump

In an attempt

To grab a consciousness

That seemingly, I am.

When I was human 24

Dreaming of smiling

In a world that wasn’t smiling back

Amongst people in a hurry

To get here and there,

In the end, nowhere,

For there is no end in sight

For those who have forgotten

To dream

To dare

To be;

Not to pretend at life,

Not to play a play

That was outdated

On the scenes of the world,

We all wear masks

That are painfully stuck

To our being

Until we reach out

And dream

Of a better beginning

At being aware

That life

Is

A gift from the heavens

That is to be lived

Authentically.

When I was human 23

While I wasn’t looking

A world of pink opened up

While pink was just a color

Amongst other colors

Dotting the earth,

It was the brightest color for me

As I was climbing an inner mountain

Of knowing the road

Little by little,

Letting go of control,

Of views

Of perceptions

Of ideas,

I was building a world

In which pink was ruling

Over all the other colors,

Not because it was more special than the others,

But because it was special to me,

Someone dear once told me

“You will, from now on, start wearing pink,

Leaving the black aside,

Even though black

Contains all the other colors,

So you contain everything

No matter what you wear,

No matter where you go,

So pink shall you be”

Even though, of course,

The story wasn’t really about pink.

When I was human 22

In a world of freedom

I was choosing to flow

Outside of time

Outside of space

Outside of anything

That might mean something;

I was on the road to nowhere

Since there was nowhere to get to;

I was outside of any expectation

Of any turbulence of the souls

Around me

Looking for something;

I was nowhere to be seen,

Nowhere to be found

I was in a world of my own

Building my soul

From the ground up,

And then, back again,

From something

To nothing.