The silver-grey hairs shining on their heads
That time shows its marks, that one day they will be dead
That one day I will be the one standing in their place
Packed with old memories and a leather skinned face
The ghost has returned haunting every corner of my mind
Possessing my dreams, possession designed
to drive mankind mad
Someone call an exorcist who can expel it
With crosses and holy water and what else which is needed
you are once again all over my thoughts
The fire is lit with desires thought to be extinguished
Warming my heart or burning it with anguish
Did this not end in ashes
A burned out cigarette butt, but what is this instead
An inferno, a wildfire, a phoenix out of the abyss
how can you bring it all back again
You and me are a fairytale that never started
A book with no pages, a song never recorded
A comedy, no happily ever after
One-sided love not meant to be replayed in my ears
and yet you hum this melody, even after two years
why are you playing it like that
No longer let people’s negativity penetrate my mind
Shut my ears from their oblivious voices
Leave all my doubts and insecurities behind
Instead love the imperfections that are truly mine
Pray to always be kind and always be strong
Fight all the demons that still live inside
Know that only to myself do I belong
Finally realize that I was a swan all along
I’ve been out in the sea, deserted and lost, with no one else but me
With my own twisted mind and these written words as the only company
It makes you bored and boredom leads to creativity, with pens and brushes
and dreams of romance and kisses with daunting crushes
It makes you think about who you are in this big messed up world
it makes you feel, that this thing called loneliness is very real
Like a buddhist monk or a greek philosopher, you begin to wonder
and sometimes under the bright sun your sanity breaks under
you forget who you are and see things which isn’t there
you forget what’s important and that there are people with lives more unfair
that having is giving, that at first it seems like you are alone in the sea
but underwater life is buzzing and consists of much more than just I, myself and me
A little poem about how obsessively jealous us girls can be sometimes.
Who is that girl posting on your Facebook page
My mind is calm, but my heart filled with rage
I see you liked her post
I see you’ve like the most
of her social media doings
My hands are sweaty, breathing heavy
There is no better feeling than jealousy
Sometimes my mind just drifts away, like a boat drifting away from shore
heading for the sea, which is filled with what if and what will be
and sometimes it happens in the deepest corner of my mind, oh pour
me a glass of wine, its bitterness suitable for this feeling of mine
a faint whisper or a song maybe, of what you were and could be to me
Your face, your voice your everything, resonating through my memory
like rings in the water first one and then another, one day after the other
I know “we” are in the past and that it would never last, but every
time I think I have it confined, it comes calling from the darkest alley of my mind
for even the biggest wave was once just a water ring, love is a wicked thing
Eventually I wake up from my deep thoughts, like waking from a nightmare
worse than dreams of torture and death, painfully I take a deep breath
and come back to reality, for here and now is where I should be, and somewhere
out there you are living without me, I will try to do the same in some degree
but sometimes it happens that my mind drifts away, and all the memories starts to replay
And old poem I wrote two years ago when rose-colored glasses where in.
You are the dark matter that keeps my milky way from collapsing
You are the particles that collide in order for my matter to form
You are the strong forces that hold my protons and neutrons together
You are the generator that converts my energy
You are my action and reaction
You are the solution to my equation
Without you I cannot exist
If you were the sun then I would be the planet orbiting you
If you were an electron then I would be your negative charge
If you were a digit then I would be your unit
If you were a light source then I would be the photons emitted.
You are my action and reaction
You are the solution to my equation
You and I are linked
My paracosm 