Artipod - a poem's journey
Welcome to Artipod, where the artistic side of words and memories meets the joy of self-expression. I'm Besart, your host, and on this podcast I share my love for writing by bringing my emotions in the form of poems a bit closer to your life. Join me on this expression through the verses. Each episode will be a heartfelt exploration of thoughts, memories and emotions. Artipod is a space where the simplicity of spoken words in combination with the depth that sounds bring forms a narrative that resonates with the seriousness of life.
Artipod - a poem's journey
The Redemption
I’m 31 this time
Call it a day
Call it a night
Call it whatever you want
To me it was a big fight
Through the fire
Through the smile
My heart softens
The cracks fill up
They solidify
A bit of hope
Some liquid mix
And my heart slowly stops
To form this delusional remix
Everything needs a replacement
Some wheels, one shaft
Let’s clean the pipes
At last a happy client
Before a goodnight
Everything needs a fixing
A higher dose of somekind
More fresh air, vertical bills
That boarding life
The onboard drama
Didn’t leave the train
You’ll still have to remove the headset
From time to time to make sure
The rumbling’s still alive
We will have to look
each other eye to eye
To know what we did
What didn’t rhyme
Or stay where you are
Wherever
I’ll be scrolling the map
Looking for you
Whenever
Out of hope
Or desperation
This heart needs a fixing
A manifestation
Out the love
Welcome hate
I need someone
To close this gate
Too much for me to bear
Too much for me to say
Too much for my shoulders
Too much for the new state
I'm setting up the lens
Need the angles to be straight
I will stop this moment in time
And hopefully it will stay
I need at least one flight
Or maybe two, You and the hill
To map the story of three cities
The clashing titans of this thrill
The house near the bank
The coffee in half Paris
The million spots of
My idiotic fantasies
Through the limits
Through the imprints
Life sorts itself out
But there will be debris
And the leftovers
Will eat my bones
hopefully not entirely
Leave something for the ones ahead of me
Soon I’ll be 32
Call it a night
Call it a brew
It was not easy to understand
that I love myself too.
Written, Voiced and Edited by Besart Cani