Would you blog for peace?


The boat named “Life” sailed in the ocean,
in the middle of somewhere very deep and dark.
The boat touched the salty water with a kiss and
waves and foam from the crash were born.

The power of the wind took the newborn to
the shore, little secret, a miracle brought along.
Purple footprints left on the beach,
a castle and a mermaid from the sand rebuilt.

The garden near suddenly spotted and
with joy, with pleasure ran to visit, to explore.
The flowers didn’t dare to hurt, to ruin,
just whispered: “How beautiful you are, my dear!”

The grass went green than ever, sleepy roses
with the colors of the rainbow blossomed.
Happy sparkles lit behind and
into the forest after that walked alone.

The trees asked for the road, their leaves with
breath of love blessed, by the river exhausted felt,
but the sound of sweet and flowing water heard,
few drops of freedom drank and flew to greet the sky.

On top the busy town saw
and sunshine sprinkled, smiling at the rain.
Pen and paper stole in an act of innocent mischief,
something wrote and the envelope quickly sealed.

The letter in the bag of the postman placed
and sent it to my door to ring the bell.
I opened carefully and the mail read,
the words in hopeful ink said : ” Let us keep the peace! “



“Santorini boat” by Blaga Todorova


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


I love you life …

I love you life …

Forgive me life for I’ve abandoned you,
for I’ve left you behind and placed you
in the bottom drawer of my desk.

I walked on streets so dark and
I let the dirt on the way to happiness
to poison me, to kill me slowly.

I let the past to become my present
and forgot about the million juicy signs
about future with promises and glow.

I on purpose dipped in grief and pain,
because of the unfulfilled love I felt,
instead of staring at the stars, at beauty.

I’ve played “hide and seek” for so long,
trying to escape unavoidable roads,
when I could’ve freely fly to new adventures.

I myself chose to stay in a lonely place,
where very little joy has ever been and it will be,
instead of grabbing the first train to freedom

and finding how the best part of everything is
the smell of fresh coffee in the morning
and the color of a white rose that blossoms.

But today life, I woke up newly born.
I will now learn to walk, talk and grow
and this time I will practice to reach perfect.

I will experience everything for a first time.
I will love and dream with a whole new concept,
keeping only the moments when I smile.

I might fall, I might hurt, I might make mistakes,
but I will never set a foot in the land of misery
and self-torture that I just left.

But most of all I will remain grateful for any passion
my heart felt and will feel, because life I truly, crazy
love you and I am now going to live you.


Image by RedSheep Photography

© 2010  Broken Sparkles




I failed again, like a bolt from the blue.
Foolish belief in love, in you,
desperate hope to see I’m worth,
I’m special for you, it all dwindled.

I failed in trying to give you a universe,
because the best was never good enough,
even taking all, it didn’t stop you to ask
for more, for the impossible to turn to possible.

You declared unsuccessful, my stubborn addiction
to fairy tales and stories with happy end.
I bleed, I suffer now, trying to find the exit.
It hurts to get rid off the dreams and the memories.
I deny to accept that people are not only people,
but cruel parts in gigantic machine “Ambition”.

I refuse to let go of my trust in life,
in descent life possible for anyone of us.
Tomorrow will be better and different.
I will rise up, even covered in broken ashes.
I will stand equal with the strength
of  fire, water, air and earth.

With few pieces of beauty, half of my heart
and non of my sensibility, but on my two feet,
adding another lesson to the book of life,
to not build a life I wouldn’t survive without,
to not loose faith in the day when
I will be the one to choose the winning ticket
in the lottery called “Love”.

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Image by RedSheep Photography


© 2010  Broken Sparkles