Der rote StrichKarl: "Hey! Psst! Hey, Franz!"Der rote Strich1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Franz: "Was ist?"
Karl: "Da war gerade eben der Förster. Und der hat so 'nen roten Strich an meine Rinde gesprüht."
Franz: "Einen roten Strich?"
Karl: "Ja, Mann! Weißt du, was das soll?"
Franz: "Keine Ahnung. Frag doch mal Paul da hinten, der weiß Bescheid."
Karl: "Wer ist Paul?"
Franz: "Siehst du den Baumstumpf da hinten?"
Karl: "Meinst du etwa, die sägen alle mit roten Strichen ab oder was!?"
Franz: "Rechts daneben, der Baum, ist Paul."
Karl: "Boah, ich dacht schon..."
Franz: "Hey, Paul!"
Paul: "Hmh? Was is' los?"
Franz: "Karl hat einen roten Strich bekommen. Weißt du zufällig, was das heißt?"
Paul: "Siehst du den Baumstumpf links neben mir? Der hatte auch mal einen roten Strich."
Karl: "Ich wusste es! Ich wusste es! Die wollen mich fällen!"
Franz: "Na, soweit ist es noch nicht. Du kannst imm
Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein ErfahrungsberichtIn Deutschland ist es kalt. Bitterkalt.Wie halte ich mich warm? - Ein Erfahrungsbericht2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In meiner Wohnung auch. Wasserrohre sind geplatzt. Heizung ist ausgefallen. Strom auch.
Ich wollte mir gerade eine Wasserflasche vom Edekamarkt gegenüber holen. Als ich bei mir zu Hause ankam, hatte ich einen Eisklotz in der Hand. Und der wird auch nicht auftauen, denn in meiner Wohnung beträgt die Temperatur ebenfalls unter null Grad.
Essen kann ich auch nichts mehr. Der Kühlschrank, der die Nahrungsmittel eigentlich auf sommerliche sieben Grad Celsius über Null warm halten sollte, funktioniert ja wegen dem Stromausfall nicht mehr. Mit meinem Hund habe ich deshalb mit der gefrorenen Schinkenwurst Frisbee gespielt. Nun hat er kaputte Zähne, weil er darauf rumkauen wollte.
Mein Antrag bei der Stadtverwaltung, ein kollektives Lagerfeuer zu veranstalten, der den Winter vertreiben sollte, wurde abgelehnt. Begründung: Mit dem Ende des Mittelalters wurden bereits alle Hexen verbrannt. In der Wissenschaft s
When I Grow UpWhen I grow upWhen I Grow Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be whole again.
Don't You Tell Meyou've got potential.Don't You Tell Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
words i never want to hear, it's like telling me: hey kid, you could be good some day, just not today. who really wants to hear that they aren't good enough? i want to be great, i want to be told i'm great, or tell me what i can do to become great. never tell me that i have potential, otherwise there is potential for backlash and my bite is worse than my bark. if i'm not good enough then tell me that, because a lie with good intent is a lot better than truth with bad intent.
it's not you, it's me.
has that ever done anything to help the situation? at least if it was me, then i would know what there is to fix and how to fix it. when you tell me it's not me, and that it is you, you don't do anything to soften the blow. i don't want to hear about how great of a guy i am, and how i meant so much to you, but that you just need to work on things on your own. if i'm such a great guy then this wouldn't be the case. tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. a
Lift Me Up Againinsecurity is aLift Me Up Again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i've come
to know well
and you reached
to lift me up
and pull me from
and just when
i felt i was
of the quicksand
me in deeper
and your hand
to get me out
i don't know
left from right
or right from wrong
i over think everything
i always think
and i need your help
so lift me up
so i can raise above.
Into Dusti fear that i'mInto Dust4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling for you
falling into you
i am not dust
nor am i
yet you still
managed to sweep
me right off of
you flashed me a smile
and batted your eyes
talked to me in that
and it didn't take much else
but i'm afraid
afraid that i'm falling
and without adequate
though when i look
into your eyes
all fear is removed
and i feel completely
lost inside of you
the depths of those
auburn pools could
drown even the
i'm worried that the
pieces that are
won't be enough
for all the love
i'd have for you
is there even any more room
most of what's left
is turning into dust
and falling apart
yet i'm still falling
and falling into
i've got nothing to lose
but everything to gain
and each moment spent wondering
whether or not to take the plunge
is a wasted moment that i
could have spent with you
i worry that i've missed
my window of opportunity
and that you've moved on
When All Else FailsIt's hard rememberingWhen All Else Fails4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the sedatives and
medication behind that smile.
surely this isn't
what you pictured.
When alcohol is involved
that body becomes
oh so dangerous
and some times
was just too much.
Even when I didn't
want it I could
still taste it.
something it always
was, even when
it was bitter.
get your way, that's
we can depend on.
Even when you
Which was often the case.
I wanted it
and the only
the weight wasn't
and at the end
of the day, picturing
is no longer a problem.
they should have been burneddear you,they should have been burned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have learned that writing you letters is far more romantic
than actually talking in person and i am
beginning to realize that you mean far more to me than i do
today marks our anniversary and i am wondering if
you will even remember. i am haunted by it. this
erratic beatbeatbeating of my heart is just my essential organs
crying out for you to see how important this day
the mirror reminds me who i am when i begin to forget
that i am not good enough. winter is not yet
and dirt stains snow a mud color -
like your memory continues to do with my mind.
the bathroom tiles are cold under my feet and i
wish for warmer weather, less noise and always more you.
this place is not good for me but i have
no choice and you need to learn to be consistant.
consistant with your words, consistant with your
attention, consistant with me.
this relationship is muchtoomuch talking and notnearlyenough
BullyIt keeps crawling, and coming, and picking at his sanity. He does what he can to stay calm. Head down, hands at his side, roaming the hallway unnoticed by most, except for those who plague him. He never did anything to deserve harassment, but then again who did? He prays every night just to be invisible. Although he aches for affection, he doesn't want the attention given through shoves and strikes.Bully4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not only physical. The verbal abuse is just as abundant. And some times, it hurts a lot worse. All sorts of obscenities are yelled, as he tries to ignore and just keep walking. But one can only ignore for so long. He balls his fists up, and tightens his hands, hoping to just bottle up his frustration without an episode. He just wants to be unnoticed.
He doesn't stick up for himself, hoping that by being the 'bigger man', and just walking away, the harassment would stop. But it doesn't. And some times he blames himself. There has to be a reason they pick on me, he would say to hi
not a fairytalethe windows are dirty. the windows are dirtynot a fairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this is not a fairytale because
i'm not happy
i'm not a good person
i'm not okay with myself.
i don't want you to break this
i don't want you to break -
i don't want you
but i do.
the skeletons that were in my closet have come out,
they're dancing on my bed, they're dancing on my grave
my teeth hurt when their bones shake and they rattle like
the phone in my hands -
it's ringing and ringing and ringing but it's not between my fingers
it's in my stomach and i can't pull it out and
someone has fallen off the steps into darkness, underground,
inside me is darkness.
my intestines will never see the light until i've died and
is that where you are calling for me
are you leaving your hand prints in the dust on my windowpanes
are you calling for me
because i don't want to be rescued.
ThalassaShe could be the one.Thalassa4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Famous last words, spoken
right before the fall.
At times when I think there's
no chance of failure,
no possibility of heartbreak. It's times
when my head is in
the clouds that I often find myself
Maybe I ought to
be a little more careful of where
I place my heart, for the
chance of misplacing
and or losing becomes a lot higher when you
allow a stranger
access to something so valuable.
Well maybe getting to
know the person is a prime solution
but who can really argue
with love at first sight?
Well I'm a charlatan, a chauvinist,
a pig. I am a typical guy
with only sex on my mind. Your body
is often a lot more attractive than your heart.
What sits on top of that, is usually
the target, not the fluttering beneath.
You've been warned about guys
like me your entire life.
Maybe you ought to listen to those
warnings and steer clear. Turn
back now because soon you'll have no way out.
Entertaining thoughts like that
may have been what lead to this separat
Taking MattersMy uneasy heart weighed heavyTaking Matters4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath my porcelain ribs, as
the flutter grew more and more forceful.
Pushing outward against it's cage,
the casing around it not strong enough
to contain, I could feel my heart
bursting from my chest.
I've had enough of the world
and being told that I'll never be anything.
My passion and my desire
are far too great to be held down
by the condescending words of others.
So I took matters in my own hands
and stopped depending on others,
knowing that in this world you can only
depend on one thing, yourself.
PleaseEverything's always about herPlease5 years ago in Ballad More Like This
You stick to her like a burr
You tell me you never liked her anyway
But how come she's the one in all your sentences every day?
She's my friend too, I know
But your love for her doesn't have to always show
Come on, can't you get a grip?
I'm the only other one in our relationship!
And maybe I'm starting to sound a kind of greedy
But when you ignore me, they say I have a right to be a little needy
I'm not telling you to ditch her at all
I know she's your best friend and I wouldn't want you to fall
But please, don't hug her in front of me
Because I don't really want to see
Don't tell me you called her at two in the morning
I'm just giving you a warning
Don't tell me she's a special girl
And that you gave her earrings made of pearl
I don't mind that you're spending your money and time
Just could you spare me a thought as well as a dime?
Don't yell when I annoy you, it doesn't make it better
After all, you were the one who sent me the love letter
WortlosWenn einem Maler die Farben fehlenWortlos3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Und einem Dichter die Worte,
dann sind sie wortlos.
Wenn ein Lied keine Noten hat,
und ein Bild keine Farben,
wo sind dann die Worte?
Ich bin ein farbloses Bild,
ein Lied ohne Töne.
Ich weiß, was ich will,
kenne die Bedeutung.
Doch die Buchstaben wollen nicht fließen.
Ich bin wortlos.
SuendenbockStein. Du! Du dämlicher Stein!Suendenbock2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Guck mich nicht so an. Ich weiß, dass du an allem Schuld bist. An allem, was bei mir in meinem Leben bisher falsch gelaufen ist! An allen meinen miesen Noten. An all meinen Absagen bei Bewerbungsgesprächen! An all meinen Fehlschlägen und Fehltritten bei Schlägereien!
Du bist nichts wert. Du bist absolut gar nichts wert. Und trotzdem bist du an allem Schuld. Ich kann es zwar nicht beweisen, aber ich weiß es. Immer, wenn irgendetwas nicht läuft, war einer deiner Kollegen da. Ein Kieselstein. Ein Felsbrocken. Oder einfach nur irgendein Stein, der als Dekoration auf einem Tisch steht, weil er so schön glänzt. Ihr hängt alle zusammen. Ihr plant alle dasselbe Spielchen. Mir das Leben zur Hölle machen.
Warum tut ihr ausgerechnet mir das an? Warum nicht dem Nachbarn von nebenan? Der hätte das doch viel eher verdient. Der tut immer so, als ob ihm alles gelingen würde. Wenn ihm mal nichts gelänge
LichtEs wird vorne an der Tafel geredet. Von Zeit zu Zeit fragt der Seminarleiter irgendeinen Teilnehmer irgendeine Frage. Wer dran genommen wird und welche Fragen gestellt werden, weiß ich nicht. Ich beobachte den Regen, wie Tropfen für Tropfen auf die Fenster fallen. Und wenn ich in die Runde der Seminarteilnehmer schaue, sehe ich nur müde Gesichter, die händeringend nach irgendetwas Interessantem suchend ihren Blick durch den Raum schweifen lassen oder mit ihren Handys hantieren. Gelegentlich sieht man auch, wie jemand hoffnungsvoll auf die Uhr schaut, um danach zu seufzen: Es ist noch lange nicht Schluss.Licht3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Der Seminarleiter, dessen Enthusiasmus und Begeisterung zum Thema "Kommunikationsübung" sich antiproportional zu meinem Interesse verhalten, startet einen Monolog, den ich eher absichtlich denn aus Versehen ignoriere. Die Sekunden schleichen dahin und jeder einzelne Augenblick ist eine Qual. Die einzigen Lichtblicke während diesen acht Stunden dauernden To
Hide And Seek VII It was remarkable how fragile she was, despite her best efforts to show me otherwise. Even when she refused to cry in front of me, unless it was absolutely rock bottom, or how she'd always be the one comforting me after an incident instead of the other way around. It was kind of funny, actually. Well, maybe not funny. But one can find humor in seeing someone physically hurt comforting someone emotionally hurt.Hide And Seek VII4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were seven years old when I first realized what was happening. Up until that point, everything was bright and sunny and would never go wrong. I could never grasp the concept of abuse before that age. It is hard to imagine how I managed to get it when I did, let alone an age earlier. But when it hit me, it hit hard. I guess kind of like Frank. I couldn't even begin to understand what she was going through. My life had been so sheltered and wonderful. Anything outside the realm of chasing the Ice Cream truck on Sunday a
Someone Like Meeven when my wordsSomeone Like Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aren't quite as poetic
as you'd like them
always remember that
though i may not be
the most flowery
you're always my
and everything i do
the way i breathe,
the way i walk,
the way i hug you,
the way i kiss you,
the way i live
is all catered to you
and i speak through
because i can't
form the right words
or sentences or
to sound how you
deserve to be spoken to
but honey it's not because
i don' try
very contrary to that
i try too hard
and maybe i'm not the perfect
and maybe you don't need
but i'm doing everything i can
to be what you need
and if that involves back
and efforts beyond
then please darling
and know that
you just have to give me a chance.
diaryshe wrote in her diary one night:diary5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'' you call me. like the rushing waters of the ocean meeting river, i feel as if i am being swept away on the waves. and i hope someday i my eyes will meet your gemstone ones and you will realize what you mean to me. and perhaps for now i will love you from afar but there will come a day when you look up and call my name because you have finally seen that i am waiting for you. i know it. you will see that i've always been there.
you will raise you head and smile and call me by name."
but for as long as she lived, he did not.
No MoreI can almost see the lies in that grayNo More4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
haze that gathers around you. You try to
hold back your tears, when really the effort
is going into making it look good. Well
I can see your true intentions in that smoke,
and I know that you're running away.
This place may not be perfect but it damn
sure isn't hell, and the way you act makes
it seem like you deserve so much more.
Well I'm not one to tell you that you
aren't good enough because darling
that just isn't my style. But let me be the
first to tell you that for every moment
you didn't appreciate, you'll spend an
eternity regretting it. Maybe right now this
seems like the only way out, well
maybe it's time to stop looking for a way
out. Start taking responsibility for your
actions and stop assuming the world
is out to get you -- you're not always
the victim, sugar. And some times, you
don't have all the answers, and you
don't know everything. But who am I to tell
you otherwise, right?
Well nothing is real anymore, and even
sunken ships c
Affirmation of ConceitShe was like a monumentAffirmation of Conceit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a constant reminder
of what once was.
And now without her lurking
vision, I'm so lost.
Stranded at sea without a
lighthouse to guide me
should have thanked her
when I had the chance.
Whose boat will I
tug along behind,
towed and guided
across the rough waters?
I should have realized
that the grass wasn't
greener on the other side,
and when I gave you up
I had no idea what
I was truly losing.
My worst enemy came
from within, and there is
nothing I can do
to combat myself.
It took losing you
to understand what I had
and I should have
held on tighter.
So this is my affirmation
of my conceit,
on my knees and begging
for just another shot.
Something I've RehearsedIt breaks my heartSomething I've Rehearsed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all over again
just to recollect
the space provided
is just too small
to fully express
everything I want
and I've been taking
the pen to the
hoping to be
able to get
something in words
but the ink isn't
and the paper
I tried to speak to
you hoping that
yield more success
but to no avail
I stuttered and choked
on each and
and watched as
my attempt for
salvation fell apart.
I gave it my all
but I failed so
miserably like I
did with you,
how could I piece
I'm the one
who broke it
in the first place?
I can't blame you
for wanting to get out
and just cut your losses now.
Some times it's best
to just try and
get out alive
rather than worry
about the damage.
And if I can't explain
why you should
it's not because
I don't have reasons
it's because I just
can't bring myself
to get what's
in my head
you just meant
but you'll never believe mei want to prove tobut you'll never believe me3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you that 'together' isn't
Thank YouEven when I don't seem like it, I am ultimately appreciative. When thanks are in order, and instead I'm pointing my finger, it's only because I don't understand. I'm a simple minded boy, and the complexities of relationships are often lost on me. You don't have to believe me when I apologize, and beg for forgiveness, just know that I never uttered a word that wasn't true.Thank You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every time you called me a liar, I could call you insincere. Although this isn't about who gets the last word in, or who wins the argument. In all honesty, if it takes me losing every fight for you to realize how much I care, then I'll start throwing in the towel. If surrender is what it takes to receive reciprocation, then I'll tap out every time.
I'm not looking for attention, not even affection, just recognition. Recognition of the fact that I gave it my all, one hundred percent of myself, all the time. I just want you to realize how much you meant to me, and still mean to me, despite all of the fighting and no