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« Reply #3345 on: April 27, 2020, 16:13:24 »
Ophelia

I watch the trees
Wave in pain
All that I loved
I loved in vain

The braided river
Will move on
The strangled grass
Entices me

There is no one
To cry for me
The flowers bloom
Within my hands

The water feeds them
On my chest
I will move on
Until the end

The river plays
With my free hair --
The tender care
That I can feel
The only love
That I will know
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3346 on: May 08, 2020, 17:23:47 »
Shadows
Shadows shatter
Into more shadows
Like pieces of glass
Are they real or
Are they reflections
Of my own darkness?

You have to look into it
You have to walk this road
Alone


You assume things as if they’re true
I do the same 
I call you out for clarity
I didn’t want you to walk instead of me
Yet you prefer shadows
Illusions and dreams

What is real? What is true?
Can we even handle
The world as it is
Us as we are
Can we live without dreams
Our illusions protect us
A birdsong exists to
Attract a mate or
Show who’s the owner here
But we melt
From its beautiful romance
As if it exists to please
Our senses
As if it exists to save us
From the darkness
From the existential dread
That this is all that we have
Our place is small
Our time is limited

Shadows
Splinter like wood
Into thinner layers of darkness
Shimmering
Wavy
A smoked glass to look through
At the reality
Even the fully eclipsed sun
Can’t be handled
By our fragile eyes

Shadows obscure
Shadows protect
Shadows attack
Shadows scare

While we share the same dream
We walk the same route
I have so many dreams
There are so many turns
But you ask me
Why I don’t walk the only road
You seem to see
And I don’t know which one
Is the real road to you

And sometimes I want no roads
No shadows, no illusions
No dreams
All I want is to float down
Down the cool river
Calm the noise
Of what’s expected
Listen to the breath
Of another world
Be here in the now
A mere speckle inside a grain
That is counting time
On the inhuman scale

***
If I turn sharply
To come face to face with you
Will love become the nightmare
That was haunting me, harming
The child's trust in me to blame me
Will light and beauty become
A monster I need to kill
To live and be happy and free?

I never faced you before
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« Reply #3347 on: May 12, 2020, 09:24:11 »
***
The green of May
Won't be the same --
Its brightest hue
Is gone

My dear friend
I used to dread
This thought
I used to fear
It was so near
I hoped this day
Would never come
And now it's done
And now you're gone

A tear by tear
My life goes on

There's nothing else
It's a goodbye
Yet in my heart
You'll never die
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« Reply #3348 on: May 15, 2020, 09:38:33 »
Leaving the world

Deep, deep into myself
One blanket of moss
Over another
One tree guardian
After another
I leave this world

Deep, deep into myself
Yellow grass stalks
Tickle my palm
As I walk
Up the hill
Down the hill
Up the hill
As he walked
Without me

Deep, deep into myself
One little sparkling
Fish after another
From the river of sunlight
Into his arms
In his lap
To feel peace
To be at home

Deep, deep into myself
One snowflake after another
One strip of darkened snow
After another
A dog wags its tail
There is no fear
I know nothing
Of the human world

Deep, deep into myself
One word after another
One note after another
Until all dissolves

Deep, deep in myself
I don't need friends
I'm not afraid of enemies
Lies and hate do not touch me
Deep, deep in myself
I laugh and dance
In the music of my innocence
I was born a happy child
Music splashed from me
Like water in the summertime
When kids jump merrily
Into its freshness
Filling the air
With pure joy
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« Reply #3349 on: May 15, 2020, 12:35:10 »
***
Like back then
Can you just
Take me from here
Each my hand
In yours
Would you
Be by my sides
I will be
Home

Like back then
Can you just
Take me from here
I'll wake up
From my sleep
To find you
Waiting for me
You will smile
Heartily
My true mother
You will take me
Into your arms
My true father

Can you
Can you just
Take me home
Like back then
Once and forever
I don't want to see
Anything
Not a single thing
I don't want to be
Anyone
Not for a single moment
Anymore

Like back then
Can you just
Please
Save me from this world
I can't go on
I can't go on alone
Anymore

Wake me, wake me up
From this dream
Say it's nothing
Say you're here
And take me home
Once and forever
Once and for all
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3350 on: May 16, 2020, 23:04:42 »
River

In the shadows
I move on
Against the soft wind

Lord
You can hear me
When I can’t speak

The world
Is split into
The protective shadow
And the ethereal sunshine
The water ripples in the light
Make the river look like
Mercury

Has it ever looked heavier?
Yet the sky is blue
And the sun is kind

And these people in the sunshine
Look unreal, as if not from here
I want to join them
Soaking in this sparkling sheen
But I move on to fill in
The emptiness growing within

Lord, oh Lord
Is it a crime in my thoughts
Against you
I value your word and your world
Oh Lord
Yet I sway

This line, this boundary
Can I stop and join them?
The green stalks are so supple
The colors are opulent
The river bend is elegant
It whispers to me...

And the road goes forward
And down
I’m taken from the shadows
Into the sunlight
I pass the bridge
The two worlds got mixed
I saw it

Move forward
There is no reason
To rush
Follow your command
Follow the light
In your heart
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3351 on: May 31, 2020, 11:49:04 »
***
Break out the circle
Destroy what exists to enslave
In all your hands
I put a weapon
It's a call to arms!


It's a cobweb
But it holds the world
Together
It's a cobweb
And a safety net

This power is fake
It clouds the mind
And leads to regret

In each of your hands
I've put a weapon
You don't raise your swords
You stay here in silence


It's a cobweb
But it holds the world
Together
It's a cobweb
And a safety net

This power is fake
It clouds the mind
And leads to regret

Your power is fake
It clouds your mind
And you will regret

What is the answer?
What is the route?
I sense light in this darkness
But it's infrared
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« Reply #3352 on: June 08, 2020, 15:54:22 »
***
You can have the feeling --
What makes you think
You have the right
To act it out?

All these words
All these actions
They stay in me
Forever

How does it feel
Hammering them into
Me
Does it give you peace
How my river is
Whispering to me
To come into her arms
Forever

Eternity
Is spilled within me
Into crying beads
Of ice

All these words
All these actions
They stay in me
Forever

Spoken to me
Spoken by me
The cruelty that nails me
To the cross of agony

Memory
Outlives each moment
Yet not everyone does
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« Reply #3353 on: June 15, 2020, 08:56:42 »
Criminal

All the colors of damage
I see myself in your eyes
My sister in crime
We never committed

Sometimes thinking you're a criminal
Is the only chance to keep your mind
And your life
From falling apart

All the words of how easy
It is to pull yourself together
After you were torn to pieces
By hands much stronger than yours

I'm already ashamed for existing
My last hideout in my insignificance
Itcouldn'thavehappenedItwouldneverhappenagain
Noonewouldseeme

Is also wrong

Why do you think you can
Talk about me?
It must be
That I'm so bad and so wrong
I shouldn't have been born
I only make people upset

If I never lived my perpetrator would have been saved
From failing to be human
Hence
I'm a criminal

If I never lived my guardians would have been saved
From learning of their blindness
I hurt those I love
Hence
I'm a criminal

If I never lived the society's advice would be right
Just pull yourself together
I can't raise on wings
With torn out feathers
Hence
I'm a criminal

I feel like a criminal
Sometimes I fail deliberately to prove
I'm a disaster
Then things feel normal
Otherwise
I have to look into
My crime
Of being a helpless victim
Within the circle of greedy powerful arms

And some go so far to say a victim
Wanted to be one
And some repeat that it's a victim
Who gets the joy
Of being broken

Secretly you like it, don't you?

How does it feel, eroticizing pain
Of another?
We were eroticized through pain
And violence
We couldn't even name it
Properly
We were shamed so we never
Dare to fight back
They wanted to break us
Sometimes we want to be broken
Finally and forever
To escape what we can't escape
In our own heads

To leave the society that didn't want to
See what was done to us
And that says we are guilty of not being
Able to live the dreams set out for us

All the colors of damage
I see myself in your eyes
My sister in crime
We never committed

Sometimes thinking you're a criminal
Is the only chance to keep your mind
And your life
From falling apart

Sometimes self-blame
Is the only protection
You can master
To not accept how helpless
You really were
And how blind and cruel
Well-meaning people
Can be

But you don't want to speak it
You will hurt them
And they meant nothing wrong
And you deserved your pain anyway
You're a criminal
Don't make your case worse
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3354 on: July 03, 2020, 08:38:32 »
***
And everything was a lie
And nobody dared to speak

And everyone keeps the myth
Alive
As nobody wants to leave

The balance
Must hold on
For the sake of
So many things


From which everyone suffers
In their own usual way

And blaming is easier than
Accepting your own fear

And everything is a lie
While nobody dares to speak

And maybe it's far too plain
It's easier just to hint

But everything is a lie
While nobody dares to speak

It's just

A millionth time to break
Apart from a sense of guilt
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« Reply #3355 on: July 06, 2020, 14:20:14 »
***
The waterfall of birch tree leaves
Weaves
The air into music

I'm saying goodbye

My world becomes darker
But your soundscape persists

My tears
Add high crisp notes
To the music of my loss

Goodbye
And rest in peace
Surrounded by sweet dreams

In paradise
And bliss
And music
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« Reply #3356 on: July 07, 2020, 20:42:08 »
***
I sent you flowers
One by one
Straight into the void

There were associations
Bubbling up
As if they were answers
But it could be
A shadowplay

Am I insane?..
I wondered

I shared the beauty
Of life
With you
One step
After another

The void
Took all
Nothing came back

I saw you
Praising lavishly
What others shared
With the world
And with you

Openly
Sparklingly

You seemed kind
Inspired
You clearly liked them

The void
Stared into my soul
Unflinchingly
Silently

I must be insane,
I learned

In time
You showed a garden
To everyone to marvel
At

But I saw blood
Under the gravel
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« Reply #3357 on: July 09, 2020, 12:51:31 »
Ich bin auf der Suche
wie es fühlt sich selbst zu sein
wie es fühlt frei zu sein
frei von Gedanken
aus der Kindheit
Ich flüchte in Erinnerung zu dir
in deine Umarmung war ich ganz
ich umarmte das Licht in dich
das Ganze Sein von dich
die Wämre umgarnt mich bis Heute
die Liebe, die einfach ist
Begriffen habe ich's nie
das Kind in mir hat nichts geglaubt
nimm's sie nicht übel
sie hat gelernt nicht liebeswürdig zu sein
die Frau die ich bin
weiss jetzt was du für sie bedeutet hast
der erste Seele die ihre Seele wargenommen hat
die das Licht in ihr umarmt hat
ich der nicht sein dürfte
ich der nicht lieben dürfte
ich der nur Schuld hat
an allem Leid der Welt
und sogar dich dazu verstossen hat
um nicht sehen zu müssen
wie lieb du mir hattest
wie wahr alles war
wie schön diese Freundschaft
wie Warm dein Herz
wie hell dein Lich schien
Ich hatte keine Ahnung
wie ich,
ich selbst sein konnte
ich suche mich seit kurzer
und wünschte mir,
du könntest mir beim Suchen helfen.
When you can dream it, you can do it!

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« Reply #3358 on: July 09, 2020, 13:06:33 »
Flashbacks from hell
no feelings attached
only images uncontrollable
passing by the inner view
I should face them now or never
inside a fearful little girl
who tries to push back and push back
she never intended
never wanted
it happened and silence could safe her
I didn't see the sorrow inside of me
ignored the blind fury on everything that came too close
I forgot who I am, forgot to search who I am
I forgot to live, didn't know how,
you were right, I need help
now or never
I should face my inner child's grief.
When you can dream it, you can do it!

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« Reply #3359 on: July 11, 2020, 18:42:05 »
***
My mother lives in a lake
My father brings storms
I play on the shore
With seashells
And bones

My river horse
Rides in the mist
They say she kills
Those who try catching her
They call her a night mare
I don't understand their words

The river blade
Flows through her mane
So crystal and cold
So calm is her way
I love her, my mare
I'm safe with her

My mother gives life
If you dare to take it
She has every right
To swap it with yours

Each swim could heal
Or make you unreal
Each fish you clean
Can make you disappear
This is the price
Of disturbing her

You get tangled in her hair
Till you cannot breathe
I glide there with ease
For I do not exist
For her
I'm a part of her

Am I real?

My river horse
Pulls me onto her back
Her teeth are blunt and sharp
She charges onto
The storm
To jump over the mad waves
To laugh in the crying rain
While my father
Destroys the warmth

My mother lives in a lake
When all is calm
The lullaby of stars
Envelopes my soul

My father brings storms
To kill the heat
To make things grow
To make boats sink

My river horse
Is prancing
Sending seashells and bones
Onto the sandy shores
With each hoove's hit
When things go bad -- do something good.