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sollte man nicht mehr
die Erde zu kühl dann
die Wurzeln zu weiß
auch wird es stiller
dafür wird lauter
da wird mir mein Atmen
und dies vom TageWas dir der Tag gab
und was mir:
die Welt faltet sich auf
ich wußte nichts
von fremden Schritten
und dem scheuen Erwachen
neben dem Feuer
[die stillen Kreise und
das ängstliche Flattern]
Da ist ein feststehendes Band
- sogar ein kleiner Sog im Tag -
durch ungewisses Blau
ins Grau zu fallen
das Leben eine Bühne
die Käfer am Fensterbrett
wissen auch nicht
All das ist bereits hier:
welches in der Kameralinse wohnt
die unberührten Münder
schmalspurig und rätselhaft
und erst die unbändigen Briefe
in den Köpfen!
" Schwäne bleiben ihr ganzes Leben
zu zweit ", sagst du
in deinen Augen glitzert es feucht.
In meinem Hals wird es eng
habe ich bislang
auch nicht gewusst.
hab ich dich
der Eindruck täuscht
sollte ich dir
an einem guten Tag
ist es eher
in deinen Gebärden
das Echo des Ozeans
in deinem Puls
im leeren Raum
KammerflimmernWie du dich mühst
zeig ich dir deutlich
wo sie liegen
auf dem Schranksims
wo keine Hand je hinlangt
im Ticken der Uhr
die noch aufgezogen werden will
dem kammerflimmernden Herzen
das einmal zu oft
unter den stillen Wassern trieb.
Wenn wir zulang reisen, weißt du
wird die Route ungenau
dann fällt mein Name irgendwann
in einen schmalen Spalt.
Ich merke dich kaum
weil ich in Deckung geh.
So mancher Stern
( sagst du leise beim Hinausgehn)
ist schon im Werden
briefgeheimnises ist nicht gesagt
dass ein aufschrei
in briefen zu finden ist
eher schon ein
-my true love-
du schreibst mir
baumgrünes auf meinen
und fragst dann
ob ich träum ?
gedachtesder westwind brennt sich
die augen aus
vom abendrot fällt ein mantel
aus lichtern heraus
schling die stunde
schling sie im kreis !
( gib ihre fauchende
seele preis )
lass sie wirklich werden
knisternd und rein
spinn sie in silberne traumkissen ein
aus dem zeitloch erblüht
ein gespiegelter blick
bringt bittersüß die magie
deines haares zurück
charteusegrün birgt meinen atem
lebendiger als es gesprochenes
Dem schoenen Morgen : Diesdem schönen Morgen
es sind die geräusche
die einen anderen klang haben
zwei überschneidene kreise
ein schillerndes insekt
der einzig traumlose himmel
[ der niemals vergisst ]
du wirst dich
hierhin und dorthin
um sein glitzern einzufangen
die unvermeidlichen wolken
unseren köpfen hinweg
Atmen lernenBiege die Finger im Schlaf
les aus der Asche die Zukunft
streich dir die Sorgen mit Fingern
von der Stirn
in Vogelnestern liegen die leisen
Stimmen und träumen
wie die Gedichte in deinem Kopf
lächeln sie bereits
doch wie wir die Wolken lesen
bleibt uns überlassen
wie wir das Atmen lernen
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
GraveyardGrey. That was the color of the sky. The grass was green with water, a gentle rain flows in the air, the smell of water and pine fills my nose. The wind, gentle against my cheek, screams against the trees.
There are many buried here. As I walked the line I took the time to see all of their names, memorizing them like one remembers a fact...
So many, many names. So many who have come and gone.
As I walk, the sun begins to descend, fog and darkness replace it. Leaving me feel cold... and hollow. I stop walking. In front of me a tombstone read;
Cody. 1991- 2009.
I kneel, paying my respects to him. Laying the feather of a hawk on his grave. Seconds later, the wind takes it.
But it left the bottles.
The sun descends further, I hear the sound of footsteps. I rise, looking for who could of been there. There was no one. Only the cold touch of the wind, an
Quite DeadGoodbye, my friend of many a day
When golden rain fell from a sweating sky,
And we swam in the molten sunlight
-In the dripping, pouring of sunlight
As the birds taught our hearts how to fly.
Together, on some purple evenings,
We stuffed our stomachs as high as our heads,
And worry grew thin as the winter
-As starved as a mayfly in winter
To put it in other words, quite dead.
Goodbye, my companion of those nights
When tears ran races to reach my chin
As we stumbled upon reality,
A harsh, unflinching reality
Pounding at our hearts to be let in.
Side by side we ran the course of fear.
As bare as the bony moon were our souls.
But we always found the right answers
(Except when they were the wrong answers).
At least they patched up the gaping holes.
Goodbye, my comrade over the years
-Years that viewed us as poor pieces of art
And took us in sculptor’s hands to form
Our roughness into more perfect form.
They turned us into what we are now.
We laughed in the face of our heartbreak
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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