Poesie und Philosophie über den ganz normalen Wahnsinn unseres Lebens. Poetry and philosophy about the everyday madness in our lives.

toothbrush

Montag, Juli 6th, 2009

You left in tears
and I don’t know
when I will see you again.
We made a mess today
but so we do quite often.
It’s just the way you went
without a kiss or proper goodbye.
You rushed away
left me alone -
but I don’t know what to do
when you’re gone.
I found your toothbrush
in my cup.
And even if I know
it doesn’t mean a thing to you
it makes me happy
to see your stuff
lying all about my place.
Sure it looks like hell
in here
But it gives me a warming comfort
that you will return to me
that I will see you
yet again.

infinite sadness

Montag, Januar 26th, 2009

Feeling sad from time to time is common – I guess.
But then there are those times – and I don’t even know why – I feel unbearable sad.
Tears just could not show the kind of sadness that I feel.
Like a salty river stuck in my throat and a curtain of teardrops waiting in my eyelids.
A silent suffering hidden from the world – hidden behind cold eyes.
If only I knew the reason then maybe I could understand.
But thinking about why I feel so blue – is feeding into my sadness.
Show me a way out of here. Wake me! Shake me!
Rescue me from this dream I can’t wake up from!

remorse

Donnerstag, Oktober 11th, 2007

it’s not fair
but never was
seeding cracks
till you break
though
I never meant to hurt you
Please forgive me
someday
’til then
cry for your loss
and my tears
shall join yours
for while your soul bleeds
I will cry for you too.

[...]
Hope decays
Generations disappear
Washed away
As a nation simply stares

Don’t want to reach for me do you?
I mean nothing to you
The Little Things Give You Away
But now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
All you’ve ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I do
All you’ve ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under ground now I
Now I do
[...]

(Linkin Park – The little things give you away)

crystal blood

Donnerstag, Mai 17th, 2007

i once knew a guy
who had what he wanted
but instead of realizing
he claimed for more
when he finally noticed
what he had done
there was nothing left of it
it was all gone.

 

[chorus]
the real blood isn’t red
the real pain isn’t dead
silent tears of crystal blood
a teared up heart ripped apart
still beating on
till the scent is gone (weiterlesen …)