I’ve known the stars,
as I known the fates
of every woman and man.
Their precious time
for a tiny bit knowledge.
How easy to fool!
How easy to betray…
I gave them the science-
how to identify
the minutes they expire
Of all punishments-
this is the harshest
Becoming a human,
forced to dream, to desire.
Dying when the stars
go out, one by one…
pic: Your face is the night sky, by MaricaMalice
Why are the nights brighter and less delusive, than broad daylight?
Is it because I know it’s a dream I’m observing?
Is it the lack of cause and effect?
Is it the knowledge of not being punished?
Am I innocent? Can I convince myself, that I did no harm?
Did it ever cross my mind, that I won’t stop suffering?
Will I ever give it a rest?
The only chance my heart gets to speak to me – the only truth and desires – is when I dream. And I am not listening! Not even then!
What does that tell you about me?
… The truth that,
my blood is black,
my heart a stone,
my face made of paper- Continue reading “murderpoem”
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. Continue reading “love is the problem”