seen this before
on the other side of the glass
and in the mirror
annoyed and irritated
with instant regrets
making nothing into wounds
although I should know
it’ll be nothing the next day
us being us
to truly be fair
I should treat myself
like everyone else
updates
I updated the about and music page, since I was still listed as “18 years old” there. I’m 20 now. Whatever happened.
There will always be more stuff here, don’t fret, it just always takes time.
Until then, read the poems/fragments in the only other blog linked below on the right. She’s a good friend and a damn good writer, too.
Stille
Aber ich glaube zu hören
Was es alles gibt
Wenn man nur in sich selbst blickt
Und draußen im schwarz vor dem fenster
Starren Augen auf mich
Die ich nicht sehen kann
Steht jemand vor der Tür
Den ich nur spüren kann
Ist etwas hinter mir
Wenn ich an der Wand lehne
Alleine im licht
Hand in hand mit der angst
hey whats up you look a little pale today
its nothing just the leaving flu
you’re always thin but now you’re sick
I’m just not hungry these days
when the colour slowly drains
and pale I sit down in the sudden grey world
I remember things as stale as the bread
and sing to drive them away
because I said its nothing
because Im afraid to admit
im so afraid of the blade.
omega
that was the day
when I saw it disintegrate
before my eyes
colour still drying in my hair
a couple of words
made it break
I never felt so cold
nothing to do
you chose the distance
evaded my eyes forever
impossible to appeal
closed the door and quietly
set the carpet on fire
watched all the pictures burn in my head
and you stared from the walls
the smiles all fake now
a token from the past
how could you
and injury came to insult
again and again
how did you dare
you said you never lied
maybe you did
now I’ll never know.
four numbers.. staring back at me
I’m wasting my day.. waiting for rain
I need more methods.. to end each day
to be happy.. by living this way
leaving
just a silhouette I leave behind
the broken mass of towers
and all the grey undying trees between
the city’s polished streets
first time I hardly felt a thing
didn’t know what i was doing
or what to expect
now my eyes have seen much more
I know what to expect
independence
going back to unexpected treasures
into a life of many shells
going back to newfound pleasures
into so many different hells
turning eyes away
what is there to say
language is a shield
silence is to yield
rotten discipline
deprivation, sleep
always staying thin
never carving deep
