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Zywa 2m
The stucco-flowers,

painted over too thickly,


resemble planets.
Novel "Hey guten Morgen, wie geht es dir?" ("Hey good morning, how are you?", 2024, Martina Hefter), chapter Zero

Collection "Appearances"
To be a memory walker
A director of dreams
Forgetting what is real
And what endings really mean

Replaying harsher words
And sunnier days as well
An archaic tape rewatched with an organizational system from hell

I rearrange the order
From which this life is lived
Creating full pockets of happiness without despair sprinkled in

And I'll lay here with the highlight reel
Aching for people I've loved
Forgetting its okay to let things end
The connection was enough

A bittersweet day for memories
When new life paths are clear
Upsetting to have had connections
so strong
Yet end up nowhere near

But you are happy
He is happy
They are happy
And really, so am I
But sometimes,
It feels good to see you again
Even just in my mind
Untangling reality from fantasy
With the realization
I cannot live in Nostalgia
Liora Sep 9
skin to skin i lure you in,
rip you apart from limb to limb
in the deepest shadows

oh the almighty,
you don't know
i lurk behind every corner,
impatiently trying to watch,
your sight as always a catch
i thump and drag along
a bag to carry, for you to last

in dark fantasy i taste your flesh
your blood drips and drops,
but you stay fresh
i store pieces of your skin for later,
stirring your meat to neat batter

your bones do break
but your heart wont shatter
pure lust glides through my fingers,
touching up your moveless figure
i yearn in obsession, in dreams it lingers

in light you shimmer, brighter as ever
moonlights kiss caresses your body,
its getting thinner
your pulse fastens each push i make,
you will get better
fallen apart, i sew you back together,
pins and needles push through you like softest butter

pray, pray and cry, feed me your tears
show me more,
show me, show me.
in despair, i waited and caught you
wretched and ruined,
now you loathe me.

i tell you,
i’ll wear your teeth on a necklace,
your eyes will see salvation
for you are the prettiest you have ever been,
one last rest before i begin

how redeeming, as in death to still be not lost in darkness,
how fortunate to live inside me,
finally you found the meaning of life,
you have been searching, i know.
AnonymousR Sep 4
On a moonlit night, when the sky seemed red
A knight was found,putting a thorny rose, on a firefly's bed

A knight so brave, a hero, who once fought for his land
Yet,the one, he cherished most, withered in his own hand

It was, as if, a love with a fairytale
He sought to offer his life,to simply draw her in a veil

He thought, he knew, it was all, but a fiction in his mind
Yet,he crossed countless rivers,searching for an exit so kind

Such a dazzling light in a place so dark
Having a dance of death, in a forbidden park

He searched and searched for an eternal eternity
Yet,he couldn’t find, even a beginning of desired destiny

He did all, that a mortal could
Even so, he couldn’t find what was misunderstood




The eyes seemed to deceive, as he saw his firefly in the graveyard
The sky began to cry, as he ran towards her, leaving behind his vanguard

Even, if, it was, all a lie,he only wanted to see a glimpse of her light
A light so bright, that could made him the nation's knight

The graveyard turned into the heaven's garden as they embraced each-other
A garden bloomed with roses and dahlias,where butterflies danced without a bother

A sky so imagery, with such a gentle breeze
A sun so warm,lying under the shade of fruitful trees

Tiny chirping birds, played and sang all day-long
Perhaps,this was the place,where she could belong

They spent an eternity in such a brief of time
In a graveyard so beautiful, as if living in a rhyme

Refusing to let the river flow,they spent the happiest while
Untill the knight,saw a thorny rose, from a thousand mile

The heavenly sky began to embrace night, as dark clouds began to form
They knew,it was time,bading farewell,to their little dorm

Yet,they embraced the museum of destiny while praparing to leave with a smile
When the knight, for the last time,looked at the thorny rose,from a thousand mile





On a moonlit night, with a sky so red
A knight was found lying beside a sparking bed

As vision began to fail, he held onto his crest
When the firefly was seen,lying on his chest

In their own bed, they lied,beside each-other, peacefully forever
Perhaps,this time,happiness reached them,without falling in the slumber

May the birds,together, for eternal, cross boundless,only journeying forward
Untill the end of all,yet none, living among the fireflies,a story, about "love in a graveyard"..
diana alder Aug 25
One night I drowsed, I dreamt about
A halcyon azure world without
A sign of mortal coil or wars,
Of idleness of eldritch sores;

Yon heavy clouds quietly crawled
Savouring the zephyr's shiny-gold;
And there, midst vast and endless wides,
We could have found a place to hide

Whereupon I could pree your mouth
Touching you gently, never tough;
Those fervid, tempting, blushful lips
Could the sublunar realm eclipse...
Isaace Aug 24
Those who search beyond the veil
Know the pain of toil
And wear the witch's wicked kiss
And bathe in Mandrake oil.

Thou shalt not fornicate with those
Summoners of demon, unborn spirits.
Those who writhe and suffocate 'pon
Elder roots and elder stems.
Sin
Trading glances like thiefs in paradise lost

Taste of a teenage dream lingering on my tongue

Your retreat, traitor blood

Throwing stones on my window

Perishing into the edge of town

Roses grow in our loss
George squeezed through
a gap in the fence one day,
in hope he'd find
a quicker way
to reach his gran's
just outside town,
but what he saw
made him frown,
for where the street
and road should be,
he found a forest
near the sea.
I have a sneaky suspicion I wrote this as the opening to an epic story which, for some reason, I never saw through.  I like poems that tell a story.
On this page, I'm in spring
the flowers blooming,
birds chirping,
and nature, flourishing.

On the next page, it's winter
the leaves are withered,
the floor, snow-covered
and nature, from the cold shivers.

On the following page, I'm royalty,
basking in wealth and glory,
overlooking the masses,
whilst enjoying all delicacies.

On the following one, I'm on the streets,
scavenging and pilfering,
experiencing what life is
for the destitute.

Each page takes me
on a different journey.
It wraps me amidst its words
and carries me along in its story.
It's neverending and ever-soothing.

To you, I might appear lost;
as I am drowned in the world of books;
my mind drifting from one universe
to another.
But I can't be anymore aware,
right, found, and alive in this world,
than I am in reality.
Just a tribute to books.
Shane Aug 14
Perched on top a sandcastle,
A ghost who rules the night.
In armour pale as soft moonshine,
And brandished sword of might.

From his high keep, he clambers down —
The shore his dark domain.
He stalks the tide’s retreating edge,
For spoils soon to be slain.

The scent of brine and drifting ****
Rides on the midnight air;
Now darting forth to strike his prey,
Swift-footed, keen, aware.

With sharpened blade, he rends the flesh —
His kingdom’s tribute claimed.
And casts aside the rest to rot,
Now that his hunger’s tamed.

Then strikes his armour with his sword —
It rings along the shore,
A haunting drum designed to fright
Subjects still seeking war.

Assured now that his realm is safe,
Sword sheathed with grim command,
He scuttles back to his fortress,
Across the warming sand.

The eastern sky grows light with fire;
The moon begins to fade.
The surf now hums a softer hymn,
The stars slip into shade.

He yields his crown to morning’s glow,
And burrows in his keep,
Where muffled tides and cooling walls
Enfold their king in sleep.
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