said and done

said and done

I can’t wait for those nightmares

bad choices snicker at my scares

on the fence I’m drying my sins

guts of a scapegoat fixed with pins

*

Light the fuse, I sit on bombs

I’d stick to the world in your palms

I can’t stop grinding my teeth

Excuse me, let me breathe!

*

Don’t tie me to the back seat!

You can’t hear me praying on repeat.

When I wake up I’m afraid,

I feel cold and betrayed

*

Secretly hiding your good-bye letter

into the sleeves of my favorite sweater

knotted around your swaying waist

We dance – a death tango, fast paced

*

Somebody’s beneath my face

Somebody else took my place

Let me go, or start listening!

 you look – my heart’s blistering

murderpoem

murderpoem

… The truth that,

my blood is black,

my heart a stone,

my face made of paper-

and you´ve rewritten me,

written all over me.

Your words

your ideas,

your damn will…

Every time you etch my skin

with your dreams…

You´ll find me quietly,

writing insane laughter,

and hot tears, silhouettes –

of rage, passion and murder.

But, if I´m not killing you…

who did I slay then?

 

 


pic: White Mask, ArtofAviya, DeviantArt

lipstick marks

shyly touched, softens a kiss

dance upon the tip of your tongue

clinging to the tip of mine

vapor, breath, secret warmth

you taste of coffee ´n caramel

lipstick marks… I miss them most

I use to leave your cup to keep me

company till you´ll return to me –

till we kiss again, till I taste you again…

Across the table, a lonely cup

with lipstick marks on the edge

and I´ll never see you again.

love is the problem

It´s not the heat you´re radiating

nor the light you keep emitting

It´s not the smile you gave me –

only me, that I keep protecting.

It´s not your touch I´m missing

nor your perfume I remember.

It´s not your kiss, I hallucinate,

nor your lips pressed on mine –

I must not see myself in those eyes

I must not feel our hearts rhythm

I must not taste you, devour you,

breathe you, desire you – if it´s me…

If it is me, who destroys our love.

the morning star

the morning star
I’m in love with the morning star.  (pt 1)

Love and sacrifices are only meant for mortals…

Those were fate’s plans for the prince. His aberrant behavior lead to something more than the insignificance of a dust speckle. Still…

The deep blue void has many laws, unknown to humans. Which all-living things have to follow. Only very few of them referring to earth and the contamination of it. Some of them are about the balance of darkness and light, but most of them are about the void. The nothing, the emptiness, containing everything – black, white, blue, yellow, heat, radiation and vacuum. The world of a star. Everything hostile to a human body and life. Continue reading “the morning star”

the name of the morning star

the name of the morning star
I’m in love with the morning star.

This is not only about me, my stories, or my search.

It’s about the sky and the stars, and everything behind that deep blue void. Behind that distance, the stone cold space, deprived of… meaning?

No.

That’s not right.

It isn’t the lack of meaning.

Continue reading “the name of the morning star”