ALISA KANTI - POEMS

Alisa Kanti began writing her poems on her phone. Sitting in a bar, in a waiting room, in an airport, on a bus, even walking down the street,
wherever she could, she responded to this urgent desire to put her feelings into words. 
She used her mobile phone to translate the internal struggle that almost everyone endures in their life in order to find balance.  It’s filled with love, need, desire, loss, pain, and hunger for life. It’s about the difficulty of forgetting, and grappling with the intensity of emotion. Like an origami, her words are folded, turning an empty page Into a song.

After the success of her first poetry book You Touched Me Deeply, Alisa Kanti continued, more intensely than ever, her walk through the liquid landscape of emotions, that we should not forget and that we should not ignore. Transforming those feelings into words, words become poems, like butterflies walking on our lips.

Books:
“You Touched Me Deeply” (sold out), February 2019
 “Butterflies on my lips” , August 2019


Links:
Website: www.alisakanti.com
Instagram: alisakanti
Contact: [email protected]

Scream

I shouted,
Without a sound,
In the middle
Of nowhere.

My lungs
Without air,
Embracing my soul.

Blindly looking
Into the valley of silence.

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​Hope

You came back 
Into my universe
Just when it had learned
To brighten without
Sun or moon.

When my desire
Finally understood 
What it meant to be alone.

However, my thoughts 
Never learned.
Unconditional believers, 
Like a mother who believes
In the goodness of her son,
Knowing he just killed someone.

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​Falling in love again

While you talked,
I listened. 

Observing you,
With all my senses.

Reading you,
With my thoughts.

Drawing your
Feelings.

Savouring the unknown.

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​Like an actor 
Suffering from amnesia,
I repeat my text
Over and over again.
While speaking,
I forget,
Word after word.

I should forget you,
But for some reason,
I can’t.

​Half closed

The door was half open. 
I knocked politely. 
He didn’t hear me. 
I insisted ,although my hand hesitated. 
He looked at me, but still didn’t stand up. 
His body was just there, sitting on the chair as if he were attached to the earth. 
His gaze was lost, beyond me. 
This image stayed etched on my memory. In these 10 seconds, the past and the future merged together. 
It was as if the whole room was telling me that it 
would be better to turn around and leave. 
But I didn’t, attracted to the unknown. 
I was lost in an endless edge fare beyond me.
And I loved, before loving. 

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