December 9, 2010 § 2 Comments

Have you ever felt the
Universe is conspiring
Against you? Have you ever
Felt the universe is conspiring
For you? Have you ever

Wondered if all the people
You encounter are real? Or are they just
Puppets of a Director, who either
Loves you or Hates you, but
Surely focuses on you? Have you ever

Suspected all people are hiding
Something from you? Have you ever
Wondered if you’re real?
Have you?

© Jenn

How I Paint It

November 29, 2010 § 1 Comment

If God will appear

In front of me, He is

Faceless. Not even a

He. Much appropriate to call God

It. Not even a

She. It is God and God is

It. Everything is God.

If I would believe to see

God, It is formless. Not even

Solid. Not even liquid. Not even

Gas. Or even plasma.

God that can’t be held, can’t be

Touched. God that can — will not say “only” — be

Felt. For God is

Love. And love is


© Jenn Besonia


Fade away

November 23, 2010 § 2 Comments


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If I could just fade away,

Like a music echoing in your ears,

Then will fade away.

Like a painting covering your whole vision,

Then will fade away.

Like a memory using a large part of your brain,

Then will fade away.

Like a distorted music,

Like an ugly painting,

Like a terrifying memory,

I will fade away.

© Jenn Besonia

Dream Dare

October 17, 2010 § Leave a comment

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You told me to stop dreaming,
So I did stop believing.
“This is reality,” you would say.
Do dreams have no room in reality?

I kissed my dreams goodbye,
And said hi to the so-called real life.
It’s good, it’s fine,
Or so I thought.
It’s bitter, it’s sweet.
That’s just the way it is.

The reality doesn’t look real.
This reality, I can’t feel.
Which is true? Which is not?
The reality can’t say.

When everything seems so unreal,
And everyone seems to be a character in a plotted scene,
I can only trust my very own dreams.
It never betrays me.

My dreams is the only truth in reality,
This reality is just part of my dream.
Dream’s the only thing I trust.
Dream’s the only thing that won’t leave me aghast.
It never betrays me.

©Jenn Besonia

The Voice of the Voice

August 28, 2010 § Leave a comment

What is her voice?
Is she an alto or a soprano?
Is it beautiful?
Is it husky?
Is it soft?
Does it seem to be full and thick
and serene for the ears?
How old does she sound like?
What is her voice?

What is his voice?
Is he a tenor or a bass?
Is it beautiful?
Is it husky?
Does it seem to be from
the beautiful underground?
How old does he sound like?
What is his voice?

Little details no one pays attention to
Simply because it’s normal
What can they do?
To examine the voice,
To listen to the noise,
Little details; Pay attention now.
That will do.

Just like it!

August 15, 2010 § 2 Comments

abstract art

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If you like something,
then like it.
If you want something,
then want it.

Life is an art.
In art, there are no rules.
In art, everything’s beautiful.
Be brave.
‘Coz life is an art.

Be brave.
Avoid opinions.
Like what you like.
Consider not the opinion of others.

Be not afraid if they won’t like what you like.
Be not so joyful if everyone likes what you like.
In art, it’s only your opinion that matters,
nothing more.

Beauty: redefined

April 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

Beauty isn’t being tall.

Beauty isn’t being white-skinned.

Beauty isn’t being sexy.

Beauty isn’t having straight-hair.

Beauty isn’t having cat-like shaped eyes.

Beauty isn’t having pointed nose.

Beauty isn’t having thin lips.

Beauty isn’t having big breasts.

Beauty isn’t having big butt.

Beauty isn’t about all these characteristics,

Set by some vain people.

Stop believing in them,

For beauty is being you.

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