Nothing

Nothing

This is what could dare to compare itself to this feeling
Of feeling lost within yourself
Feeling unable to bear anything more

When you become a defenceless victim of this life
Having to leave your bed sometimes
Having to do anything at all

And you feel like your own, personal tormentor
doing things that make you able to live
Which is the last thing you are eager to

Somebody keep asking what disaster you encountered
Believing you need to have a reason
He should be grateful for incomprehension

You know the reason is locked somewhere inside
But nobody has ever reached so deeply
To grab it firmly and wrest out of you

What if it is an inseparable part of yourself?
Which makes you precious and respected
While being just a little unbridled

Happily it is possible to tame the inner demon
I just will devote some more time to it
As it starts to misbehave once again

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Ripped to Shreds

Silence
Sometimes it’s the only stimulus to endure.
Just don’t be silent for too long…
Tomorrow I’ll be so lonely on my own.
Please keep me company
But remember to leave just on time
To give me some space to breathe
To plan the audacious conquest of the world

I’ll miss you all being brave
So please support me when I get back, exhausted
Just don’t become attached on no account
Watch out, you could scare me to death!
I got stressed out, so hug me closely
But then walk away, so I could be my true self
No, I don’t know her yet, why?

She seems a little bit lost
It’s hard to be on a roll all by yourself
Why are the people so fickle?
The desire to discover turns into the mortal sin
My youthful mistakes come so very mature
I’ll surely get where I belong
I can manage following the map ripped to shreds.

Write poems

 

There is a thing as inconspicuous as powerful.

It does not have wings, but even a moment would be surprised how elusive it can be, when you wish it to stay.

Without a body it can shame the stone by its resistance, when you try to free yourself of it.

It can bring you down like a villain – easily, ruthlessly, before you know it.
And immediately thereafter your broken self gets surprised how this angelic being lifts you up.

It is not a fighter, so do not compete. Make it your friend, have a stormy affair.
Do not expect a peaceful spouse, but let yourself be inspired.

 

Make love, not war.
Don’t hold your thoughts back, write poems.