these good people II

November 25, 2008 at 10:04 pm (poem)

these good people II

another blow
I can’t believe it
how dare you
how can you
when you see us
why can’t you trust
we never did wrong
never disobeyed
always parted in the dark
because you said so
she has always been good
and by other standarts
so have I
why can’t you trust
and leave us alone
accept the change
do you understand
how much all this hurts
can you comprehend
how much it takes
to smile at the table
how can I be friendly
when all you do is build
walls and fences
she’s not your property
and I’m not the enemy
why is it so hard
why does this have to be
and again..

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November 24, 2008 at 10:50 pm (poem)

(various influences)

welcome in the plaza of glass
where nothing can ever be reached
yet oh so splendid seen.
fall, as the rain begins to sting
sink on the broken knees
slump down like being kicked
and fail to see a thing
because no one is there.

roll over, burn in vellum
scream and drown in ink

clockwork ticking
endless repetition
fixed yet ever changing
another incarnation
willing to bargain for the end
yet the future is deemed
to a written past

roll over, burn in vellum
scream and drown in ink

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during history exam..

November 21, 2008 at 9:11 pm (poem)

.. I got really bored.

Ein Gesetz
und noch ein Gesetz
und noch ein Gesetz
und noch ein Gesetz
und noch ein Gesetz
doch hat sich zwischen all den Gesetzen
in diesen Köpfen
irgendetwas festgesetz?


Ein kleines Rad
dreht ein anderes Rad
und noch ein Rad
dreht das nächste Rad
und du drehst dich mit
doch lächelst und sagt
was für ein Glück
ich bin kein Rad.

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a visit from the past

November 19, 2008 at 6:07 pm (poem)


darkness in my mind
throughs dragged down
where’s the point-stage
confusedalone, but in a
flock of friends


interesting what lies between unrelated stuff from schooldays. this was.. earlier than most stuff.

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November 14, 2008 at 11:09 pm (poem)

thoughts occuring
wishes forming
fragments of imagination
slowly biting
always twisting
never leaving
never breaking
between the two
what remains unsaid
is it necessary
or harmful
or nothing at all

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November 14, 2008 at 11:03 pm (Uncategorized)

anyone here without a trail
of glass behind the eyes
salty and only recently
ceased to be a liquid?

we talk to bricks
we stick in fences
rattle at the bars
but it all comes down to us
and the silence
we can’t break.

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different eyes

November 8, 2008 at 9:44 pm (poem)

things do not make sense
he doesn’t look at me
not sure what’s wrong
might be just attention whoring
might be just a phantom disease
nothing wrong with all the blood
he doesn’t look at me
let things be alright
don’t want to see
he doesn’t even look at me.

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November 5, 2008 at 9:36 pm (poem)


lack of sensation

the feeling of not being

left alone and always seeing

familiar faces on the eyelid screen

inner TV giving scene

lover, friend it surely has to be

a joke that I am cut away

from both and that I’m just repeating

things I do not even need to say.

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