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« Reply #3390 on: August 28, 2020, 09:55:43 »
To the muse of a dead poet

Not allowed to be yourself
So choosing to help everyone
Else
Become themselves
Wasn't it you?

Do I sound now
Cruel?
It's bitterness
I can recognize
Myself in you

Some parts of me

Were you also
One of the restricted souls
Unwelcome daughters
Women who love other people
Too much?

Didn't it feel
Terrible
To give all of you
Because you were
Always expected to
Understand?

And because love beareth all things
And forgiveth

I usually want to scream
And swear
When I realize
Just
How many women
Gave their all
To ever-hungry men

Whose hunger can't be satiated
By a woman
It's a sham we all buy into

Only babies can't
Feed themselves
And each boy wants to
Grow into a man

Even if he's scared of it

And nurturing women
Forget to learn
How to feed themselves
Directly instead of
Vicariously

Aren't we expected
To be saints?

Or whores
It depends
On the male gaze
We want to be ideal for?

At this moment
Or this age

But
An angry woman looks insane
Unfortunately
So I can't scream
And swear

Yet

If I were a man
Anything I could do
Would've been found
An explanation to

Now I do sound bitter

And if I were a famous man
Unsure of myself
Seducing women as stars to collect
On my airplane
I would have been forgiven
Without asking

And whatever sort of an end
Would that have given me
Would be glorified
As becoming a deep
Suffering
Unhappy
Man

And even in my poem
To you
I write about men
Or myself
More
Than about you
Don't I?

And yet isn't it
What is supposed to make a muse
Of a famous man
Feel glorified?

How skewed our worldviews
Are!

You were running away from yourself
Weren't you?
Not every escape
Is into making art
I was surprised to learn
How love affairs are
Nothing but another drug
And being too much helpful
Is also one

The true artist
Was you, Marianne
Your art was
Love

But

Were you giving your art of love
To the one who deserved
And wanted
It most?

Or

Has the role of others' muse
Taken everything else
From you?

Wasn't it what robbed the one
Truly needing you
Of a happy life?
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3391 on: August 28, 2020, 11:42:27 »
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And anger helps
Not to feel your brokenness
Judging protects me
From crying bitterly
Over all the mess
Each one struggles through

Yes
We are all
Broken

But we can aspire to get healed

And maybe I'm just scared
To repeat
Losing love while being after
Glittery addictive things

And no one
Wants to be alone
Or break down
Or hurt their child
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3392 on: August 30, 2020, 07:40:28 »
Sanfte leise
Es war nicht mehr die Stille die mich fort trieb
Etwas hat sich geändert
Vielleicht die Türe wieder eröffnet
Ich fühle dein Lichtlein fein
Es wärmte sofort mein Herz
Die Erinnerung kam hoch
Ich fühlte mich wieder da
Dein erster Blick, dein erstes Lächeln
Wenn du glücklich bist, bin ich es auch
Die Ruhe ist eingekehrt
Und weiter treibt uns die Sehnsucht nach das gleiche
Die Liebe, das Gläuben, die Sicherheit, tief im Herz
Verbunden auf Ewig durch die Liebe der Seelen
Die tiefe Leidenschaft um gutes zu erwecken
Vertrauen was sein muss, wird sein
Und Liebe gibt es immer, auf Ewig.
Chose being kind over being right, always!

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« Reply #3393 on: August 30, 2020, 16:22:34 »
Forgiveness

Should I forgive you
That would mean
You are forever
Severed from me

Within my own heart
In my own soul
In my own mind
All will go
Into oblivion

As the part of me
Wanting to be
Close to you
Would dissipate
Into tears
And then
Disperse
As dust

Taken up by the wind
Of change
Which blow may or may not be
Sudden

Should I forgive you
That would mean
I grew out
Of anything you can offer
Or I can find
Within our bond

Or that I were seeing
What never was there
In the first place
Only I were feeding
This mirage
By believing
How things could have been
Maybe

How they should have been

But they weren't

Should I forgive you
Without you asking
For being forgiven
Without you accepting
What you did and didn't
Do to me

If I am to forgive you
That would mean
You are forever
Severed from me

We can't move on
Without forgiveness
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« Reply #3394 on: August 30, 2020, 22:23:09 »
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Love is
So many things
And yet even more things
Were said to be done
In love
Or out of it

Pain and torture
And death, too
Was it love?
To whom?

I didn't love you
Though I felt love to you

I wasn't loved by you
And yet I was, too

Love is
So many things
Everyone thinks
They know what love is
And how to give it

If so
Why so many are
This broken?
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« Reply #3395 on: August 31, 2020, 08:53:58 »
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The rhythm of things
Grows louder
Music is
In everything:
In the frequency of color
In the movement of an eyelash
Falling off an eye of a baby in a stroller
Ornamented with the crimson fire of a first breath
Of autumn

I am ever so
Mesmerized by
Each moment

And if it takes
Sinking to the bottom
Of the Mariana Trench
Of the ocean of my soul tears
To understand
What hurts me so much
That I hurt you
I will do this

For me
And for you

Each thing
And each moment
Have its own rhythm
But what we hear
Is only what we are attuned to
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« Reply #3396 on: September 01, 2020, 05:57:41 »
These are just feelings...

***
As the red rose blossoms
On my white silk shirt
I breathe in
My hope
For freedom

It maybe is beautiful
My red lips
My wet messy hair
And eyelashes

Is it what was desired
By men?

I breathe in
My hope for freedom

Defying all authority
Even one of the Lord

What is the point
If my deepest hurt
Is ever ignored
By those speaking
Words of
Love

What is the point
Of living
When even my love
Is a curse?

What have I done wrong?
I was born
I'm a Lord's error
That I am correcting

It is inviting,
My sweet oblivion

The petals turn into
Little twigs of vermillion

How little hope there is
In this abundant world
For people who feel
Not welcome

Whose feelings
Are seen as a curse
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« Reply #3397 on: September 01, 2020, 08:03:23 »
***
As the blood of my forgiveness
Covers my body
I hear the melody
Of what is to come

Maybe not to me
But to another
Maybe some lesson
Is finally learned

As the blood of my forgiveness
Is drying up, slowly
On my fingers

I can finally rest
In peace
Without being told
Of what I have to be
Or have to feel
To anyone

Above all
To those who needed me
Not wanting me

No manipulation, no guilt
No suffering, no shame
Only the blood of forgiveness

No regret, no fear
Only grief leaving my veins
Maybe for the first time ever
I'm finally free
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3398 on: September 01, 2020, 15:11:58 »
breathe in and out
rivers of memories
it was so beautiful
I've never forgotten you know
not one day passed without you

love, my light, is brightness
I won't pull not push anylonger
I'm just here and wait
for you to come or leave

I've found my peace
my balance in life
I've got a longwaytogo still
as we all have, in life

the gentle push of you
I made the free fall
alive and kicking on the other side
I have no urge of going back

not into the emotions
but I'd like to show you the other me
without her burdens
without her trauma
without her crying yelling inner child

but love, my light, is letting be
I won't pull nor push
I'll just be here
whenever you're ready to leave
or come.
Chose being kind over being right, always!

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« Reply #3399 on: September 01, 2020, 15:18:16 »
After such a long time
I was still a toddler when my life was taken
brilliant years of solitude
no wonder I went insane in my brain
there's no such thing as understanding
no such thing as forgetting what happened
brilliant were his lies
his mask fell off
my mind imploded of anger
HE is the cause of my malfunction
perhaps even the reason I lost you
no love I can take in
for I was learned to love is to kill
the inner child that is, of an infant yearless
I wish I could say I'm sorry
but I can't anylonger
I saw behaviour that wasn't mine
my child was raped, my light,
stipped of her flesh alive
she struggles still to find the light
knowing it's there, her home, somewhere
I have no responsibility
at least not for the things he did to me
but I have for not believing you truly love me
I'm sorry
so sorry
for hurting you to hurt me.
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« Reply #3400 on: September 01, 2020, 19:00:15 »
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So I dance
With my shadows
In the land
Of my dreams

So I dry
All the tears
Of children
And lull them to sleep

In every soul
There is peace
In every tree
There is love

So I dance
With my shadows
As I'm leaving
This world
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« Reply #3401 on: September 03, 2020, 13:40:43 »
Wie die Ruhe sich verbreitet
keine Lust auf denken
wenn Gefühle den Weg zeigen
es sind die Sorgen die einem VerrÛckt machen
unfassbar schön ist es
Jeder ändert sich, das Leben ändert sich
doch manche Dinge bleiben auf Ewig
Veränderung in den Gleichheit
fliessen Träne um Erinnerung
zu wenig geschätzt was war und doch
geliebt haben wir es
diese Sanfte Leise Stille
wie die Ruhe sich verbreitet
mein Herz deins folgt
in Vertrauen bitte ich um mein eigenes Geduld
manche Sachen heilen sich nicht so ganz von alleine
kaput gemacht, gebrochen,
aber ich habe gelernt aus meinen Fehlern
es lohnt sich, sich zu gedulden,
Frechheit fordert Streit
und Liebe fördert Frieden im Herz
sovielen Streite gestritten
dabei mein Eigener vergessen
doch die Ruhe verbreitet sich jetzt
zeigt den Weg
und hält den Atem ein.
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« Reply #3402 on: September 03, 2020, 13:54:00 »
What was can never return
not in the form we knew it
but every ending creates a beginning
and every beginning new oportunities
there's a part in me that grew harsh and bitter
I didn't even notice
till you howled me awake out of the nightmare
remembering the glance
the world I saw in your eyes
trembling devotion I sensed in your arms
I finally realised I have the right to live
and should do it... NOW
brokenhearted I was sitting in the corner of your eyes
haven't you noticed it how I got sliced?
do you understand how it is not being able to trust?
of course you do
do you understand how it is not being able to accept love?
of course you do!
Our experiences aren't that far apart
and yet
our togetherness couldn't save us neither
but I'm awake
wide awake
to turn the tide
and love.

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« Reply #3403 on: September 14, 2020, 09:21:57 »
Ich lasse die Tränen Fliessen,
ich versuche auf zu stehen
jetzt wo ich erwacht bin
sehe ich mich um
eine Welt in Trümmern
eine Seele zersplittert

Ich wurde gewarnt
vor die Schatten die kommen wurden
doch hatte nie geahnt
dass es so schmerzen wurde

man kann nicht ändern was ausser sich liegt
nur sich selbst kann man beistehen
besiegen, befreien oder gefangen halten
es ist Zeit los zu lassen von der Balast meiner Seele

ich spüre, dass nicht allem verloren ist
nicht alles ist Vergangenheit
ich fühle die Liebe jetzt, wenn ich diesen Zeile Schreibe,
Die Sonne glüht auf meine Kalte Haut
Erinnerungen geborgen im Inneren

Auf Ewig unsere Blicke verschmolzen
in Freundschaft, Liebe und Zartlichkeit,
du bist am Leben
in meinem Herz.



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« Reply #3404 on: September 27, 2020, 17:09:33 »
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I wanted
To bring you
Dreams and rainbows

I wanted you
To catch me
On that colorful bridge
The mystery
Of heavens

I wanted
To hear
How your heart beats
In solitude

Were those lies
I wasn't aware of
Or were these building blocs
Too heavy for my tiny hands

Or did I need you
To help me
Build this bridge?

Questions swirl
Falling down like leaves
They stick to the streams
Of tears
Down the drain of time

In your universe you are immortal
Immune to the passage of time
And its bothers

So am I in mine

So am I in mine

But only the time itself is real

I wanted
To bring you
Dreams and rainbows

I ended up
Hiding in shame
Of and from
Myself
When things go bad -- do something good.