self promotion
If you speak german, i wrote sth on my deserted german blog:
and yes, the title of said blog is literally “rain of bloodstained shards”. I was 17 once!
friday
yeah so what has changed my man
well check what I’ve become
yet move back, look up, take it in
is really all that new?
still in black, still hide your face
still wandering; still wondering
if their looks excite or are unwanted
still the same grey sea
but the city has shrunk somehow
concrete waves no longer break my back
it may be me that has grown
but is it really
ride down the stairs look sideways sharp
see the hood winking back
face fuller, eyes darker, hair longer
with a ring tougher than steel
much has changed then
today was all alone on the streets
but now there’s something
a home with more than just reflections
so yeah not all has changed my man
but enough to make myself grow further
make the sky unfreeze and break
any walls that might still hold
me back from keeping happiness
tumblr
So I made a pointless tumblr a while ago because it appears to be the thing at the moment. Why is a bit beyond me because when you compare it to WP the only things that stand out are the features tumblr does not have. Oh well.
Special mention goes to the three people who decided to follow this blog. If none of you are spambots, then thank you. Hasn’t happen in a goodish long while. Now I actually have to post something of substance soon. Good thing.
Take care.
the puzzle
in the uneasiness of speech
lies hidden what brought them here
decades of smouldering embers
now turned into a apinful blaze
in the darting eyes lies hidden
what they refuse to confront
what froze their spines or bit their neck
silence not words
evasion of answers
deception
they show just this shell
not the ghosts they brought
who am I to argue
who am I to help
(26th Feb. 2013)
Anker
haze of dreams diffuses
the mind drags itself through mud
or is it a sea
both so dark
stuck or sinking
grasping for the warming rock
vague soothing quick a smile
it’s you for me to hold onto
when sleep sends its terrors
until they are gone
and only me and you remain
(9. Sept. 2012)
Lower the flags
A good man has passed
He has reached the last of frontiers
Lower the flags
Down to half-mast
For again the world has taken a turn for the worse
-Sentenced
In memory of Synøva, an extraordinary woman and tireless fighter for equal rights.
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.
lisra's broken mirror 