1)
Talk –
is the rustling leaves in the soft wind,
in the whisper of sheets in the nooks of blue
is the nightly cricket’s song for fireflies,
1)
Talk –
is the rustling leaves in the soft wind,
in the whisper of sheets in the nooks of blue
is the nightly cricket’s song for fireflies,
is a hotel room I have no memory of
is a layer of discarded skin and dust
is a patched-up-river of cut movement
is my daydream sewed together into
something comprehensible and real
more genuine and true than the actual day Continue reading “numb”
I see my world in a different light
by the flash of a blade’s bright
new eyes to look at my old bruises’n scars
assembled in new constellations and stars Continue reading “in times like these”
I was a stone, hurtling through a shopwindow
I was the motherly impulse in a black widow
darkness whispered in my head, about divine justice
crushing ideas to bits, into dry powdery numbness
The Hunt rises, shy at first, she flashes a smile
bright and milky above the star light’s exile
shapes grow solid, fog turns to trees and hills
Isn’t this how the world gets its thrills?
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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I’ve put myself together,
too many times…
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my jagged edges protect me no more
from examining eyes, Continue reading “I dare not look”
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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?”