nighttime observations through the eyes of a plushie

January 19, 2012 at 1:24 pm (poem)

under pale fake light he balances a glass
it holds some warmth within to give
itself up with every sip
pushing sneaky sleep

one hand pressed effortless
a book onto the table
pages scream their secrets out
imaginary wars distract

a finger bends the string with ease
raises the note in pitch
to drop it back where it belongs
into the melodic stream

from their shelves they look in silence
leopard, cat and mouse
observing all the things he does
while he’s still awake

within his heart he keeps a girl with love
we see her now and then
and with conviction say indeed, we know this girl is you
and when we’d ask him, is it true
he’d say with you, in love, is me

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December 27, 2011 at 11:53 pm (zitiert)

“I’ve got nothing to do
but hanging around and get screwed up on you”
-Therapy?

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November 23, 2011 at 9:25 pm (zitiert)

All these years pushed to the ledge.
I’m proud of this, of who I am,
I plan to go on living

-Rise Against

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1000 days

December 9, 2010 at 10:49 pm (poem)

when daily life is a balance act
attention is focused on the rope
not on what’s beneath or behind
dancer what did you leave behind
more than 1000 days
of keeping your skin
untouched and whole
letting tears not transform
into lines of blood
more than 1000 days
without old lies
more than 1000 days
being yourself on your own
dancer keep on going
use those wings if
you should fall
or tire of the act

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November 13, 2010 at 10:22 pm (rant, Uncategorized)

Sadly, slapping yourself for common sense doesn’t work.

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October 13, 2010 at 5:16 pm (zitiert)

There’s always time to screw up yet.

The Cooper Temple Clause

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October 13, 2010 at 5:01 pm (poem)

want to shut out this world
the inane laughter grating my ears
the empty faces behind that
shut out the dull aches
the weight holding me down
accomplishments and dreams
now bearing claws
my own expectations
what I should want
but what I really want
is to shut out this world
curl up in sleep

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Embers

September 12, 2010 at 11:13 am (poem)

through the thin veil of wine
I glance at pictures gone
what am I looking for
remembrance sits down sighing
the arms are cold
so many things have happened
I’m not the same anymore
nothing is the same anymore
stars tell me to sleep
remembrance whispers what I now know
I somehow miss you too

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scraps

September 12, 2010 at 11:13 am (poem)

I wrote these in late 2006 on the back of bustickets while waiting at city hall for something and having a fever. Guess it shows in the lack of coherence and stuff.

went where the black roses grow
gripped a stem and broke it off
felt the smell and the thorn’s harm
couldn’t help but smile
carried the flower away
??sure through the white
valleys never meant to be seen
sunlight nowhere to be felt
awa?? thirst beyond the grasp
no hand left free
died inside a city of glass
burned by the sun’s pale ghost
a kiss by a sleeper
the desire unfulfilled

—–

stand aside
we got spoiled again
between accusations and guilt
hatred and awe
someone created a leader
not to us
to everyone caught
outside their heads
and the inside pain
won’t be tolerated anymore
to fulfil a madman’s view
of a world he calls pure
we will be locked away
because he and they are blind

———

I want to smile
for me, for you
and to do
it all on my own
hell is this silence

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little ache

June 2, 2010 at 4:07 pm (poem)

good evening again I’m crawling
to my favorite place
tear on your tissue with my spikes
and watch you breathing slow
stabbing on with glee and then I lie low
just to return with fangs
you run from me, you run with her
build up muscle walls
but you haven’t beat me yet

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