All Together DifferentI'll be your arm
please be my leg.
We can not have too many eyes,
as every viewpoint is different.
My weakness is your strength
and I'll catch you where you fall.
all together different,
adapted just as much,
as required to make room
Because you are
what we have been missing.
We appreciate all your skills
and all our talents
are at your disposal.
Let us eternally rediscover
your new true self.
You are invited:
Be unique, be You.
Be curious, be Us.
Be part of the group
made of individuals.
Frozen Hive MindYou are the mass,Frozen Hive Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the lone creature of difference.
You think the single thought
of the hive mind.
Because your strength is unity,
conformity is what you seek.
I seek the aberrant thoughts of innovation.
and an open mind.
I am what you are not:
my own self made individual.
I pray for WindI pray for windI pray for Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to press air into my depressed lungs,
for a gust
to blow my mind,
removing the black clouds,
for a gale
to push me forward,
out of this airless,
lifeless state of mine.
nothing but a dried leaf,
crumpled on the ground.
Please god, breathe
your breath of live
into me (again).
Let me dance
on the invisible wings
of your power.
Burning HandsTheyBurning Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.
EarthEarth,Earth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I crawled to your surface again.
I had been tangled up in
passageways carved through
the soil of my mind.
I grew new roots
to find nutrient matter
buried deeply below
shallow hearts and shallow minds,
buried deeply within
distorted fragments of broken selfs.
I feel your support again.
You gave me back solid ground
below my searching, stumbling feet.
Embracing me with your weathered hands,
you give me what I lost and found:
A place, a whole planet, a home for my soul.
RedecoratingMore persistent thanRedecorating2 years ago in Valentine Exchange More Like This
an irremovable black marker,
you engraved your words of love
into my practical stone heart.
You decorated that barren place inside of me
with flowers made of
your honest words,
your boyish smile,
your warm touch,
and the colour of your affection.
So gentle feelings began
to grow inside of me,
cracking open my stone heart,
forming a tiny gap,
just big enough for you to slip in.
ScaredGod, god, oh god, I am so scared.Scared2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So so scared, to do what I yearn to do.
Scared, scared, oh so freaking scared,
to do what I need to do to live,
truly live – not just survive.
I am so shaking nervous
to let go of the tiny bird in my hand,
although I know holding on to it
won't do me nor it any good.
So, so, so afraid to fail
when hunting for the two in the bush,
ever evasive birds of peace of mind and freedom.
But I'll need both their wings
to finally fly.
WaterWaterWater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
everything you thought you were.
What will remain
when everything that is
-just a temporary shell-
is washed away?
Can you stand
to be so shellless
your raw, naked self
tossed through the currents?
Or will you rather collect
forming a new shell
to dress your self in?
Safety Instructions“Warning, weak and fragile!”Safety Instructions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you labelled me,
because I broke.
“Replace when damaged!”
is your brand of trouble shooting.
You never read half the manual
before (ab)using the product,
otherwise you couldn't have missed this:
Important Safety Instructions
Note: Every human is breakable
without proper care and maintenance.
Caution: Too much pressure can cause mental injury.
Caution: Abrasive words might damage god's product.
Warning! Failure to talk things through can cause electric shock to the heart.
Warning! Persistent ignorance kills!
You didn't even read the signs written all over my face:
Caution, valuable, handle with care!
How to find lost sheepIn case I seem strangely absent:How to find lost sheep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please go after me and ask me how I am.
Chances are I am awfully lost.
Might be I am just busy
- lucky you, lucky you -
but please be prepared for an ugly truth.
I am likely to
SecretsAll my thoughtsSecrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are silently locked away
behind closed lips.
I am not apt to spill them
I rather hide them
deep down inside my ribcage-casket,
than to betray them to indifferent ears.
But if you are truly interested
know that the answer
is only a question away.
ColourfulIn this world of black and whiteColourful9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my scanner detected:
You've got colours inside of you.
the red of a thousand hearts,
the suns yellow energy transferred
into an ocean wave of flowers
and the warm mild orange
of early mornings and late evenings
spent with friends.
I Am The FireI am wild,I Am The Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am hot,
I am danger.
I Am The Fire!
I consume what is in my way
burn down the homes of my enemies
and dance on the ashen carcasses
of my victims.
I love with a scorching heat.
Don't get so close,
if you are not ready
to get your fingers burnt.
If you try to put me out
I will devour you.
If you nurture me
I will warm you
and roast your food
instead of you.
It's your decision:
friend or foe?
MultiplicityI am not leftMultiplicity10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to keep changing.
I am a landscape,
inviting you to get lost
in the details.
The thousand lives that carve my surface –
Can you feel them?
Can you see
the lingering lilac
is not my deepest colour?
Can you find
my innermost core
and grasp it
as just one
UpsurgeI am no longer tired,Upsurge6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Instead of gritting my teeth,
I will bite!
Old HandsGrandpa was always the one to do thingsOld Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,
AwakeningI tear apart the blanketsAwakening9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while leaping out of bed,
god, there's a new vision to hunt down.
You still sleep peacefully.
But lingering in dreams is not good enough,
we need to make them real!
They shall not be flushed down the drain
along with my hopes and my happiness.
I'll go after them, spiral downward, if I need to.
I need to wake up to my dreams, not my nightmares.
I have seen the golden door,
no boundaries will keep me.
I don't need no lamp,
thy word lights my path.
I don't need an exile,
I found paradise.
Lioness WingsAs I grew sick and lay down,Lioness Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you thought I was weak and would perish.
Don't you know it drains strength
to grow wings?
Now I am stronger than ever,
and betraying me is futile,
as I have seen you at your worst.
I could hunt you with predators speed,
and crush you with my teeth,
but there's no need to.
The thundering storm of truth,
evoked by my wings, will do.
BuriedUnder the paprika house,Buried2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the bones of my father
and nestled between rib
and reason, is our love.
Of ForestsPinecones are the skeletons of foetal trees.Of Forests2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are the hopes, desires and dreams of a forest
reduced to the brittle, breakable bones under it all.
They are the unburied memories of loss.
Rubber BandI am a rubber bandRubber Band2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that can stretch
into any direction
to a certain extent.
I can stretch further
into one direction
than into two directions
than into three directions
than into infinite possibilities.
But I want to stretch
into every direction possible
with the maximum range.
How far before I snap?
(Or can I learn how to choose first?
Can I learn how to shape shift
according to relevance?
To lean towards the essential,
letting go of distractions?
Can I learn
which is the perfect extent
for each of my directions?
So that I may have tension
without growing weary?
So I might slowly stretch my horizon
a little further than before
into each of the relevant directions ?)
Mother EarthThe arc of her spineMother Earth2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
mimicked the gentle slopes of
the distant mountains.
A chance secondI lie awake, staring at the cornices.A chance second2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
3AM: my fingers worry at the corners of my sheet.
My anxiety worries at the corners of my rib.
I bite and tug and huff out my misery
As the silence keeps me awake.
I lay with pressure of your absence
Pressing down over my nose and mouth.
A soft asphixiation of the heart, of the sanity.
It is a hot grey night in London.
You are awake, startled by the sunlight.
7AM: you can't lift your weighty skull from the sheet.
The day sirens, but you stay, settled,
Under the weight of your shroud, your loss,
Only the silence keeps you awake.
Unknowingly, for the first time in weeks
We are unintentionally in sync;
Laid out in funerial colours as we die.
It is a dull blue day in Dubai.
After You're GoneEyes towards the skyAfter You're Gone2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I swear you are watching back,
ever so distant.