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Month: March 2015
Hell
Sky is dark, the stars are hiding
Angels fly low with worried eyes
They can touch the devils’ hands
With the wake of their wings
I watch the last flames burning
Inhale the smell of death
Smoke twirls around in the shadows
Of the wasted world I’ve made
I should have been more careful
With the fire that you gave me
Maybe I should have hidden it in my veins
Or let it knowingly die
But it had already gone too far
Well before your first I love you
Well before it started to destroy
My mouth already tasted like ashes.
An easy game
…sometimes all you need to do is drag some old lyrics back into the light, the same ones you used to sing along, to realise that you have grown old enough to understand them…
My playground
Smiles of circumstance
Towards the outside world
Brownish steel eyes
A war ongoing on the inside
Words running after each other
Like kids in a playground
But no laughter of joy
In their wild, quiet chaos
Catch me if you can
Before I get out of touch
My lungs emptied by silent screams
And my heartbeats wasted in vain.
Car Wash
Now run to him
And don’t look back
Just smile
And don’t look me up
Time will wipe
All this shit away
Water and soap flowing down
Like from the sponge
Of a bikini girl
Washing my windshield
While I mind the promises
Her body won’t keep.
Control
Pills crushed on the ground
By inadvertent steps
I sit on the bathroom floor
Staring at the dusty remains
Should I stay evasive
Before my tired mind
Or look it in the eyes
And knock the scenery down
Just a mere coincidence
Or a real sign of fate
I need to take my time
I need to concentrate
Arms crossed on my chest
I look for a little warmth
Inhale, hold, exhale
These shivers have to stop.
Four minutes
Four minutes of gap
Without thinking of you
Since the very start of my day
Four minutes of peace
My mindless anxiety put out
And the pain left behind
Four minutes of freedom
Almost nothing for anyone else
A huge step forward for me.
The island
for SB
Reported missing
Alone, endless sea around
A shelter built from scratch
Dry and indifferent
To the echoes of your
Words left unspoken
Mighty sun rays
And a beauty I can’t like
Blind to any pleasure
I focus my energy
To the quest of the time
When my being will be mine
Friends from Scout Team Alpha
Are on the way to rescue me
I can finally hear their engines roar.
Seaside village
Early morning, light slope of a silent lane
Early walk, light steps towards a silent seaside.
Personal shrink…
I think I should concentrate my self analysis on pondering the prevailing concept underlined by the huge “come” and “back” words in my writing…
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