Crosses
How the wild flickering shadows are dancing a cold orange dance on my wall.
The lights are off, this way I can see better, with my eyes closed.
I can smell the cold. I inhale it, and welcome it into my body.
A hollow heart filled with love, it is flowing over, and it eats my soul.
Whispering... NO, screaming with my mouth shut tight.
Desire of burning it away, resisting harmful fire.
Do not stick your hand into the flame. Do not stick your hand into my burning heart.
For it will tear it apart, until there is nothing left.
All paint scratched away, screeching sounds of metal and ringing bells.
Can you hear the wind? It blows fierce upon these plains.
Those old stones, forgotten loves, and missed chances.
A graveyard of dreams, filled with wooden crosses for those unanswered cries.
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reflecting bright lights
as seen through dirty windows
looking for a cure
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smiles and bright sunlight
tender laughter far away
the smell of summer
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red stains of lipstick
empty glasses left behind
shape shifting beauty
* * *
entrances unlocked
provoking infiltration
brand new ancient space
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sometimes i wonder
about myself, myself
who am i today
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into the soulscape
portals, ports, imported parts
aching open wounds
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tree bark on the walls
various unknown sources
black dogs whisper names
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creating content
the hand that writes these lines now
filling empty space
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thinking of the past
headphones and leather jackets
watch the trains go by
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gently turning wheels
losing signals from above
a failed transmission
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observatory
autobiographical
humiliation
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purple magic rain
walking circles in my head
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scratched reality
grey skies and a playful wind
restless heart beat box
* * *
exposing lifetime
reflecting paper mirrors
instant time machines
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looking for magic
dusty roads and rust
soap bells in the sky
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mad tooth and headache
lets drink some tea together
talking about life
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reaching out my hands
burning stone, streaming water
gently touched by life
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rapid eye movement
mind melting nervous breakdown
pressure on my teeth
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it is such a mess
sitting here in my window
smiling at the sun
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broken lights and legs
rare spaceships in the gutter
strangers laugh and stare
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burning down some shit
not a single soul around
kicking rocks and dirt
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towers made of steel
highest point of the city
the wind blows through them
* * *
step by step deeper
overwhelming sensation
swimming calms the mind
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big and famous squat
entrance point to a free world
no photography
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some burnt down ruins
nude self-shots in the shower
another haiku
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passed, another year
its my birthday now today
this year will be ace
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eyes open slowly
nine o'clock in the morning
processing daylight
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staring at a roof
how the night falls in
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all these trees don't move
staring into nothingness
sleep deprivation
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learn to deal with it
it's time to close this book
now it's time to go
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trees and a tower
love it how the trains go by
peaceful afternoon
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empty dream chamber
spider webs of dreamcatchers
protective gear heart
* * *
the darkness falls in
how the wind blows through the trees
raindrops in my eyes
* * *
need to disconnect
bury my past somewhere
to let it go now
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those things that happen
we all carry stones within
a smile on my face
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the sound of freight trains
really want to run away
not a solution
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his shoes are all white
playing with his backpack
looking down unsure
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perfect untouched white
and those branches without leaves
an empty playground
* * *
the sky is changing
the snow is disappearing
again a new day
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blurry little lights
all those highways full with life
silently pass by
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black wooden crosses
somehow always out of place
hanging upside down
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a village, nowhere
some gypsy music playing
not a single soul
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rain falls on the ground
the sad sound of violins
sand is in my mouth
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sitting in front of his screen
dead conversation
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waiting for freedom
day by day i'm sitting here
i am wasting time
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long walks through the snow
seeking some kind of treasure
toes go numb and hurt
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he sits on the ground
and tomorrow a new home
things will be all good
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his dog looks so sad
i give him some chocolate
he makes me happy
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he walks away now
while his face looks distorted
he is breathing loud
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blinking little dot
nothing else seem to happen
rattling rumbling sound
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a blue candle burns
a day of recollecting
i have peace within
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empty wooden chair
the musi
c of violins
perfect solitude
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a broken bottom
appears above all madness
dancing with demons
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eating like a king
no money in my pockets
cheap food from now on
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vision half crazy
cold white falls into my face
cycling in the snow
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twelve hours of sleep
when i wake up i feel dead
lets take a shower
About the author:
A young man currently living in Bremen, Germany.
Spending his time with: Photography, writing, reading, internet, cycling, geocaching, his Girlfriend, playing, messing around, working at a callcenter, drinking tea, art, wasting time, spending money, growing older, gathering possessions, releasing possessions, breathing, laughing, crying, loving, hating and eating, shitting and peeing.
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