Friday, 26 March 2010


I am ramping through my thoughts
and through the darkness of the night,
fetching my way,
escaping reality,
dreaming about a better place,
somewhere, elsewhere, where the sun never sleeps ...
Is that on your side of the pillow?

Thursday, 18 March 2010

Leftover piece*

So I take my weight back
Your soul can fly unrestricted
Your mind can lose the guilt
It can start seeking a new temptation
For all I care

I rest my case
Lust can only last momentarily
Our madness overcame that time frame
Our obsession became painful
Our greed, let’s face it, can never be satisfied
Unless it feeds on new blood

Next time I will try to tread on tiptoes
Maybe the soul I land on
Would also be too fragile
To handle my emotions

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Deception down the hole

It is eating me from the inside
This feeling of deception
I can’t help but sense it
It is sad to see the colors fading
After blinding your eyes
With their gleam and flashes
For a moment, an eternity
Down the hole again
I feel disgusted, annoyed
By the disappointments accumulating
I have lost my will to climb up again
Accelerating motions
But I am stuck in one place
The place you left me
Where we last met

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Your lies

I am watching you lie
Observing the countless deceits
Accumulating in my head
Building colorful castles of delight
The reality of which
Is only within the frame of my naïve mind
And the vibes of your voice
I am watching you lie
As I am monitoring the speed of my heart beats
And the flow of blood rushing to my face
As a feeling of contentment is born
And the castles are built again
But the castles are made of thread of wind
It is not long before they collapse
And leave my mind empty
Empty of anything
But your stupid little lies

Friday, 12 March 2010

Inner thoughts on writing

The more I postpone getting back to writing
The more I feel the weight of this burden heavier
on my skin and on my mind.
I do not want to deny that there is a lot
going on inside.
I just feel incompetent in trying to capture these emotions
and dressing them with fancy words.
I look back at what I used to write
And I feel distant
Already another person.
Did I lose it?
If I did. How real was it anyway ...
To be able to disappear this fast?

Saturday, 6 March 2010

Reality check

Enough blocking the flow of emotions
They didn’t disappear
They were just put on hold
Until the brain takes a stand
On how to deal with them