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,
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!
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.
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.
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
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!
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.
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.
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?
All Together DifferentI'll be your armAll Together Different2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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?
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.
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.
Das Paradies der MottenIch hab mich dafür aufgegeben,Das Paradies der Motten3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dass dein Flügelpaar verheilt.
Verlernte Fliegen - und mein Leben
Hat das Meer und mich geteilt.
Ich habe sogar Gott verzundert,
Teufel aus dem Staub getanzt
Trotz all dem staune ich verwundert,
Dass du wieder fliegen kannst.
Der Himmel zerrt an deinen Füßen,
Angst verfeinert dein Gesicht
Und lässt mich für das Gute büßen:
Deine Hand hält meine nicht.
Wie könnte ich dich gehen lassen,
Dafür liebe ich zu sehr.
Wenn deine Leiden jetzt verblassen
Wiegen meine doppelt schwer.
Die Schwingen sind mir abgestorben,
Meine Hände schenkten Trost
Und haben deinen Hals umworben,
Weil du unser Glück bedrohst!
Am Boden halten starke Arme
Deine Flügel fest wie einst.
Erlaubst du, dass ich mich erbarme?
Kümmert es dich, dass du weinst?
How to stay a writerHow to become a writer:How to stay a writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a pen. Write.
How to stay a writer:
Take a pen. Write. Don't stop.
Be stubborn as a mule.
There are those days when all your good words hide in your left sock and refuse to come out -
and even if they do, they smell like old fish and skunk after a messy rendezvous.
You write.. Delete!
You write... Delete!
You write, write, write
...and edited out the whole chapter later.
Be stubborn, write nonetheless. Use those other words you buried in the drawer with the socks you never wear cause they are
MissverstaendnisRette sich wer kann!Missverstaendnis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keiner ist sicher
vor der garstigen Klaue
Doch wohin nur wohin?
ist so genau
das er nicht
von einem unruhigen Geist
missverstanden werden kann.
Meine gewohnten Wortwerkzeuge
erscheinen plötzlich so stumpf
so unpräzise und grob
es scheint ich könnte nur daneben treffen.
Personen, denen ich meine Hand entgegen strecke
schneiden sich an meinen scharfkantigen Fingernägeln
als wären es gegen sie gerichtete Spitzen.
Stumm schließe ich den Mund.
ziehe ich meine Hand zurück.
Restart Your SoulConnect your heart to your brain,Restart Your Soul11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
rewire your mind.
Adjust your settings:
Feelings – on
Violence – off
Thinking – active
Restart your soul.
Restarting optical devices.....
Fine tuning audio input.....
Removing preset filters on incoming data.....
Starting truth detectors in heart cells.....
Reconfiguring speakers to inhibit white noise.....
Turn off auto pilot?
Yes / No
Stop the robotic movements of your hands, you can do better.
Animalistic BehaviourHumans inherit habits and traitsAnimalistic Behaviour10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like animals pass on fur patterns.
tighter than fur, closer than skin,
just above the flesh marred with battle scars.
We judge each other by colours
– not every leopard is a panther –
and habitual fur is so difficult to strip.
Who can see
deeper than skin, past blinding patterns,
into the heart of the best possible version of our selves?
Which hands can pet hearts
instead of raw naked flesh?
colour our own fur,
change bad habits into ornaments
and recreate patterns as required,
not like chameleons that forgot their own true colour while adapting to peer pressure,
but like butterflies, becoming what we were meant to be from the beginning?
NaruHina High School Chapter 1 A blonde hair boy was walking through the village trying to get to school. "Naruto!" a voice yelled from a distance. Naruto turned around and saw a girl with bubblegum hair and a boy with raven hair.NaruHina High School Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Sakura! Sasuke!" he said surprised.
"So did you hear?" Sakura asked walking up to Naruto.
"Hear what?" he asked confused.
"That Hinata's coming back!" Sakura said excitedly.
"Who's... Hinata?" Naruto asked trying to remember.
"Baka..." Sasuke said. "How could you not remember who Hinata is?"
"Fine... Remember Shino and Kiba and that they died a long time ago?" Sakura asked another question but upset.
"Well yeah... How can anyone forget that..." Naruto said looking away.
"Hinata was like a sister to them so they died saving her." Sasuke said. "Hinata was blaming herself for what happened. It got to the point where Hinata ran away to get stronger."