inspired by “Jagged” by Jacob Ibrag
This common language of pain we both speak
you, and all random folk calling me – freak
This liquid misery, metallic and salty in taste
Look into a mirror- that’s sad crystalized to space Continue reading “Familiar Edges”
Once, I saw a man standing by a lake,
Hands by his side, dipped in ache.
His alabaster glass skin glowed blue,
confusion and regret, a heart too true, Continue reading “Under The Armor”
I submerge in the silvery flood
of the dark whisper in my blood
past’s poison floats to the surface
full in shape, the moon rises too
midst the sclera of midnight blue –
“Observing, my dear! Observing
your fate and redemption…”
All those tiny human things
I wished to lose, not to suffer,
not to hunger, nor to feel pain.
I´d give you my love, my hate,
my body, my pain, my thoughts,
my everything, just to be free.
-Free from my humanity.
She quietly observes, maybe pondering.
The enormous eye rests on a rooftop,
blinks eventually. Once… Twice…
“As you wish, my love.”
Night’s cold I don’t feel any more
Power surges through my bones
Rises like water over volcanic stones.
Wounds on my skin all healed,
my soul´s grim just a bad dream.
Only hunger keeps me company.
I lick my muzzle starvingly,
scratch my ear, with a paw-
„WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
But my scream’s just a howl…
Fading to a shadow, husk of the man I used to be
the swirling blackness inside me came to agree,
your words are the cold gust I flutter in,
struggling towards you, like a banner for sin – Continue reading “almost remembering”
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a drowsy little witch, with eyes like the angry sea
dressed in crimson, mouth shaped like a plea
she walked down the road to the black forest
right into its darkest, to a circle of fairy rocks Continue reading “little red riding hood”
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What’s a heart between beats?
Useless pieces of wind-up mechanics
a still lump of faulty desire,
shaped by struggle, Continue reading “What’s a heart for?”
One cold night the full moon’s blaze burns
The children tremble and pray, taking turns
The sky bursts its heartbeat into buzz’n thunder
Black turning into whistling metal, going under
My sweet baby, there’s only blood for your baptize
ready for bed, after the noise and havoc slowly dies
Stay in your cellars, a howling beast is out tonight
It’s something beautiful, deadly and cruelly bright
The night shivers with autumn stars
Highways packed with abandoned cars
Dark and deep silence solidifies into absence
shifting days and nights back into balance
Wishful thinking, being covered in leafs and mud
Meat and saliva, sweet baby, this is bad blood
Money is one sinister god I used to pray to
Me, the kid with the broken heart and faulty hue
Struck by the currency of freedom and power,
It’s not my conscience, but my hands I scour Continue reading “Money and Media”
WHERE
(this is a part of an ongoing project, inspired by the dementia of my grandma)
Where were you, when I turned to stone?
when I froze, white and empty to the bone
No angel led me on my path to the throne
Now I’m queen of pain, so leave me alone
Where were you, when I burned to ash?
I couldn’t stop, bleeding out in a flash
An angel led me to my bed in the trash
I called it home, my never healing gash
Where were you when I changed my hiccuping heart?
scavenging for happy memories, tearing time apart
A word led my blackened wings to an unwanted start
And the angel turned his back, fearing this part
Where were you, when I had nowhere to turn?
when I survived those I trusted, happy to burn
to light the way into the blue, dashed and stern
how to drown in midnights, I’m about to learn
VIOLETS
Violets, violets in the shadows /
let’s tell truth / if you must
violets, violets beneath the gallows /
Upon my hazel stick / I trust Continue reading “poems by my weird grandma”
