To the dead…
Sorry I was too lazy to write a little.It’s just that I force myself to read quite often these days and yesterday was anyway…wicked.I woke up at 9 am (the first time this year that I woke up so ”early”), …
”Drama: [n] The activity of acting” (Oxford online dictionary)
I lost something in my deep sigh.Looking through the hole of the bottle, the water is still. Maybe only replaced – not missing!? A phone rings in the library’s silent area – second floor (although they call it level 3) …
The philosophy of the weather’s dualism
O blessed the rainfor the queen returns… Shadow of the ravenpicking a seed-yellow stillfrom a drought black cars passin the pastI fed the sunshinein stead of worshipthe crow Sometimes the world just stops for us – for a moment – …
A letter to F
Dear F Yesterday I found out that silence does not exist.Everything is sound. Every movement ends in sound – not necessarily noise – a frequent stringing together of invisible waves. Time moves on with them. Been reading all week, analysing …
Your invisible presence in every beat
Sitting in the most quiet…and cold…corner of the library, I realize again why I quite enjoy techno and house music now and then…listening to Shaun Baker’s Explode 2. Sometimes my mind forgets what it is like to dance inside and …
Stealing or borrow?
Stealing an hour of my Sunday morning time is just horrible…I was on the way to normal sleep but…well, will try my best to use this day. Maybe finishing my poem for this week. Sounds weird but…honestly I always cry …
The day the crocus died
Boys with striped shirts and sunglasses…and girls with skirts that are none…yes, a bit like over twenty degrees and the crocuses said good bye.How the sunlight labels you immediately it hits you hard…Thought I might be traveling in June but….today …
Stimmen im Nebel…
I lost the struggle of falling asleep…for an hour I was playing phone games, continued reading my book…the moment after the wife left her husband…The last two days were all foggy. The strange surreal fog-world lets people appear to be …
Exotic murder & Erotic poetry
Good Morning Angelz I just woke from some kinda murder dream, with a racing heartbeat and the last image:me standing in the dark room at home, holding a knife in my hand and looking out of the open window. I …
Congrats to all the women! You survived!
Under the hot water I wondered if you already see me as a woman or still as the seventeen year old girl…I missed you so much last night…that’s why the lyrics. I am full of leek, carrots, potatoes and lentils. …