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wer auch duwer auch du3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.
wer auch du
der abend
zerrt uns feuchte lippen schnee - silber
einen vollen magen und ein aufgehendes
nichts zwischen den rippen zwischen
den subatomaren teilchen unserer summe
{ wenn man daran glaubt }
auf dem grund
strecken wir uns aus die gletscher
schmelzen tief - tief läuft uns
das wasssssser in unserer haut
.
Hier mit Dir.Ich weiß, dass ich eigentlich nicht hier sein sollte-Hier mit Dir.5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
aber ich will es.
Ich will so sehr hier sein, wie ich nichts auf der Welt will-
und ich bin es.
Glücklicherweise.
Unglaublicherweise.
Hier mit Dir.
Wenn es morgens uneträglich heiß wird
und stickig und alle Vögel schon lange laut zwischtern und sich beschweren,
warum wir immer noch nicht wach sind-
dann genießen wir beide den ersten Augenblick zusammen.
Freudiges, erstes Lächeln, erstes Streicheln, erstes Küssen.
Und wenn diese ersten Momente dann ausgekostet sind,
machen wir uns auf.
Auf ins Leben.
Verheißungsvoll knirschen di Re
Die Anatomie des TieresMontag. 11ter Januar.Die Anatomie des Tieres3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ich bin durchschnittlich groß gewachsen, männlich, Anfang 20. Habe keine nennenswerten körperlichen Schäden und ein durchschnittliches soziales Umfeld. Ich falle dir nicht auf.
Religion ist für mich ein Götze. Ich wurde neutral erzogen, kannte dennoch Vorurteile. Seit jeher gilt für mich: Der Mensch, die Menschlichkeit, das Menschsein. Es ist mir alles zuwider. Die Lüge, die Verlogenheit, das Lügen. Daher beschäftige ich mich seit geraumer Zeit mit der Anatomie des Tieres. Ich verschlang Fachliteratur jeder Art, nicht ohne während meiner Forschung auf Grenzen zu s
Medicine ShowIf you were in earnestMedicine Show3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As to rock me on my base
With everlasting what-ifs
So crawling down your face,
I would need it to be ending,
And I need to never know,
And I'll see it's just another day
At this medicine show.
When showing off my crumbling
And humble outer wall
The spectators are saying that
"It's fortunate she's tall,
For at the rate she's going
She'd be gone in just a tick
If she wasn't such a sturdy girl
Of strong cement and brick."
And if the cracks are showing,
Will you cover them until
All my joys and sorrows breaching,
'Til I crumble, out they spill.
UninhabitedI'm uninhabited, andUninhabited4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll stay an empty mansion
And be the metaphor you crave.
You see, the paint is flaking,
And every room is trying
To be silent, being brave.
Encroaching desert crawling,
We are surrounded always
By seas where straight saguardos wade.
And I keep recognizing
The dust motes in the twilight
Where love and quiet spirits fade.
You're uninhabited, and
Screaming the open windows
Where all the frames have been undressed.
But I would sleep tonight if
You'd only close those eyes and
Shut out the memories we possessed.
Transparent LoversLittle, pale, green seedlingsTransparent Lovers4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Escape the garden gate,
And all the ruffled ravens
Have trouble flying straight,
Our ancient, bending birch tree
Sheds raindrops like it grieves,
And sensed transparent lovers
Among the topmost leaves,
And striking electricity
That blackened feathers bear
In deep blue clouds ascending
Into the atmosphere.
I WishI wish you had a dirt roadI Wish4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To lead nowhere at all,
That you could walk not minding
Its curvy rise and fall,
And when I cross the border, are
You poisoning the hive?
Have you burned the old piano
That sat beside the drive?
You ask if it is personal,
This tough turn of the way,
And then you laugh, remembering
You know what I would say.
The house is empty by this time,
I screamed all you could bear,
Exhausted by the broken fence,
You fell asleep right there.
And segregating One is not
Attractive as a creed
From Gran's abandoned armchair lined
With dust and tumbleweed,
I wish you had a dirt road
To lead you anywhere,
With ro
Breaking DawnA storm of voices running through my headBreaking Dawn4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Shouting and touching my nerves on such a level I didn't know
How I felt, who I had become
Longing too deply for something I can't handle
And now it's lost somewhere inside of me
When I look at him and hear his voice
There's almost like a fragile tiny spark of feeling waking up in me
A feeling different from the pain
Something I haven't felt for a long time
Something inside of me I had almost forgot
Chorus:
I've been hiding my feelings for you for so long
And sometimes when I fall into darkness, real deep
I can almost feel it
It becomes too fucking overwhelming
Because I've been holding
Fishing in Nova ScotiaWe'd go surfingFishing in Nova Scotia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the icy North Pacific
Which is warmer than
Anything I've ever known.
Or with the driftwood logs
Like bones in sunlight
I'd let myself drift off
On a westward heading current,
But you wouldn't let me.
You'd be leaving
On determined Eastern winds,
While you still decieve us both
With words that you cling to
Like waves grip the sand.
So tell them we've gone
From their southernmost edge
Fishing
In Nova Scotia.
MoonstonesA glowing pile of moonstonesMoonstones4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has nothing to disguise,
But I can see the universe
Reflected in his eyes.
I searched the dead calm oceans,
Gazed all the way across
The dry and untouched canyons
That none before did cross.
Among the shining moonstones,
Given what he has to bear,
He reaches to eternity
And touches only air.
Understanding that there's nothing
At all to understand,
Finding nothing in his features, in
The fingers on his hand,
But here by the silent moonstones,
Perhaps I wouldn't care,
If I looked and only found him
With a dead and endless stare.
The peaks here touch the emptiness;
No heaven there to reach,
And
Dirt RoadWe were strandedDirt Road4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On a dirt road,
Dark advancing on our kind;
Eating big chunks
Of the way forth,
Even more the lane behind,
And the desert
Goes forever,
In a passing, gay remark
You said we would
Hear them coming
By the search dogs' snap and bark,
And while smiling
At the pointed
Turrets of the closest peak,
Say: "Tomorrow
There's a new day
And I'm sure it's just as bleak."
You have no map,
Simply walking,
Never measuring how far,
For it's blackness
Of the nighttime
That right shows me what you are.
And that resolve
Is precious so
On dirt roads such as this
In empty eyes
Of rattlesnakes
There is no rest, no bliss.
Apple TreesYou pick a sour apple,Apple Trees4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take your dagger to its skin;
When the Milkyway is darkened
You expose the star within,
The seeds are all but rotten, but
The orchard's trees still stand,
I could look for an eternity
Yet never understand,
Time gets stuck in moments,
And on days such as these
We could run when we see it;
Blood on the apple trees.
You embodied me so easily,
How sure you are astray,
You bite your tongue so calmly when
My tears run red today,
Branches still reach skyward 'cause
That's how it's always been,
Even in the first days when
A fruit contained the sin,
In other words: it's not so bad,
And when that notion flees
ImpressionismYou require close inspection;Impressionism4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking from an inch away,
Impressionism needs you to
Stand back from a Monet,
Your brushstrokes; hardly visible,
I cannot make them out,
Can't place you on a timeline, find
What -ism you're about,
Granted, you're a feast of light
And endless shadowplay,
But impressionism never
Covers it in any way,
I can't define your colours;
Shifting but devout,
But "Impression, Soleil Levant"
I'd bear to be without.
DiggerSince my hands cover both your ears,Digger4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear their judgements well,
But no one knows the core of this
As far as I can tell,
And through the cemetery gates:
The last load for today,
It keeps the digger busy
And employed another day.
Is it only them, or don't
I recognize disgrace?
And with a 2B pencil they
Are shading up your face,
If light is beauty, then I wonder
What do we convey?
We keep the digger busy
And employed another day.
I didn't sleep all night, the dark
Was made to swallow you,
The truth is, I'd forgotten what
Your wizard hands can do,
But shame is not for those who
Do not care now either way,
But we keep the
Drown Like A FishI will drink all the seawaterDrown Like A Fish4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To have you close,
My body shuts down from
The salt in repose,
Your ocean-deep secrets
Must grant you one wish?
And swimming, not sinking
I drown like a fish.
My eyecolour's faded
To grey I'll admit,
But as for my soul, love:
The sea harbours it.
Lips Like BrineLove must surely be the onlyLips Like Brine4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thing that's worse than hate,
With lips like brine you dare not speak,
But you know I will wait,
And morning comes in dead of night
And to it you concede
Your everything, for you are even
Beauty as you bleed.
A thousand winds and fingers
Are braided in our hair,
Say answers to the questions
You most would like to hear.
I gasp as mighty mountains
In the ocean shift and sway,
By Pentecost it's all a distant
Memory anyway,
On sand that's undisturbed and
With the flavor of the sea
You point those eyes and telescopes
Directly down at me.
So, good pilgrim, there's no reason
Speaking at your cue,
I
The Perfect DeathIf I could have the perfect death,The Perfect Death4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's; keeping you without.
With no effort at all you've gone
And drained my colour out.
Love, that is my name no more;
For no one knows me now,
I ask you take it just as far
As envy will allow,
When you're sent back all alone
I'll ask you to succumb,
For when I go and leave you here
I ask that you don't come.
Beasts Refuse to SleepSometimes they are disguised as thoughts,Beasts Refuse to Sleep4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes I set them free,
If you could find a woman, then,
With colder blood than me,
Do not fall in love with night
So much you loose your way,
But I suppose there's not much more
To take out of the day,
Sometimes beasts are all awake,
But sometimes they disarm,
When you're crawling in the corners,
In the crook of someone's arm,
So just you take the parts of me
That you would wish to keep,
You know the rest is lost, sometimes
The beasts refuse to sleep.
The Mind's SicknessCanvas of the NightThe Mind's Sickness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It beats down its fists
On my back
Increasing punishment, of which
I do lack.
Oddly reminiscing
Of the forest, bittersweet.
Where the pain is my hands,
The pain is my feet.
Numbly repaired with bottles of pills
By those who dared,
But who of you shared
This mortality, in love
With brutality that aches my heart.
How can you stop
What you did not start?
How can you say what you want to say
When it's your medicine
That gets in the way.
Ironic.
The things you couldn't say
Hurt the most;
A symphony of lies now haunt even your ghost
There's a thirsting for bleeding
Constantly quenched
A vein from yo
My BeautifulBleeding poetry upon my milky skin,My Beautiful7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arrays of rituals to mend my sin.
A blood bath of roses to heal my heart,
And let the long eliminations start.
No sleeping pills or Blue Bayou,
Will change the past that still holds you.
No photographs or mem'ries made,
Can save you from your silver blade.
The apple won't fall far, you see,
Just take your pills and go to sleep.
It burns your blood, but i'll never tell,
And dream- of empty human hell.
Chorus:
My beautiful, i watched you fall,
And you knew you'd never have it all.
You were so pretty when you were mine,
It kills me to forget that time.
Your love songs always made me cry,
A
. i . c . e .Ice. i . c . e .7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut my world apart,
Fill the seams with pure deception.
And as fate would have it,
I was doomed at my conception.
So drown me in your river of guilt,
Deafen me with the beat of your heart.
Burn the air i breathe with your poison frost,
Make the end feel like the start.
Trap me in your haunting eyes,
A cerulean cage of fire.
Melt me with you're liquid touch,
Taste the sun, my burning desire.
Temptation strangles the last of my will,
Catches me off guard,
No body said that it would be easy,
But no one said it'd be this hard.
This endless cycle of pain
Feeds my addiction- still unforgiven.
Scars upon scars on lucid skin,
OwnedOwned9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stab my body with a bloody pin,
Exagerate these chains that I'm wrapped in.
Binding slowly past my head,
Spilling onto white sheets now turned red.
Fuck everything that you've become,
What we've been through can't be undone.
Fuck all the things you said about me,
Why, to your open arms did I even agree?
Screw the way you kissed my lips,
Caressed my hair, hands on my hips.
Now I've walked, away from this,
Eyes glazed, in full view, of you.
Forcing the blade into my arm,
I give in to what I call self-harm.
It's because of you I feel like this,
If only, I wish you didn't exist.
A final breath I seem to take,
But moving down my a
These ChainsFuck these chains that wrap round me,These Chains9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One wish from this is to be free.
Taunted by your snarls and glares,
Mesmorised by your hatred and stares.
Please know, I'm just a child inside,
Away from the world, my heart I do hide,
I hope only that my scars will heal,
Only then can I break from this mould and be real.
I'm crushed by the fact that I know me you hate,
So despite the fact I want to, I can't try to retalliate.
You're gripping, holding, pulling my chains to you,
Hurt me, stab me, until these chains pull through.
Stop with this bullshit, this 'love crap' you call it,
I'm sick of your tortures, pick up your knife and slit
My t
Sta.sh
