Every blooming thing is dying
wheter you believe it or not
but darling shhh
it's not that bad
sto thinking
just enjoy the moment
otherwise I'll do it
by myself
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC
Imagine having your own little world
with tiny little creature
a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies
all eating cherrish red apples.
You love every single one of them.
But now they having their own little conflicts.
The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples
Instead they feast on the fairies.
all eating blood-red fairies.
A few generations later
the last dwarf on your world
swears at you
"What a beautiful job you did"
A wild confused laughter appears
echoing in hole covered by winter.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
A child that loves nature
Nature is everywhere
and everything...
...there is no unnatural thing
Humankind grew out of nature like all
else living or non living in the common sense.
He wants to create something living, breathing
out of mud and blood and sweat
Cause the only difference is love
in a living and less living organsim.
A stone can feel satisfied and does respond
to environmental action
but he...
does not feel.
Until it gets so loved
that it becomes
living beeing.
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
I began .. feeling
something
But it ... does not
Feel like
... me ?
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
Home alone
Nothing left
Overdrawn
Dumping lawn
Itching
Like a stiching dorn
Nothing to seal
Up till dawn
Not to yawn
But to feel
Newly born
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
simple life
reaping crops
through the sprouting shadow
pay attention
death's always around
a little unconscious blink is enough
shadow takes over
and welcomes the little simple man
called death
dissolve into nothing
a soft sound noices
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Someday you search me
But everything
You will find
Are these letters
I hope you remind me
But I will be there
Somewhere between
These pages.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Thinking about the job
How bad the treatment is
Everything's too materialistic
Of course resign is an option
Mhhm... maybe next week
****** hell, now it's raining
outside the frame
Next to the employee, petite brat
After a while he observes the landscape
The shifting mountains, the rippling sea and the mysterious forest.
The curious boy smiles and shouts
Why do you look at me? Look outside
I know Mont Blanc is stunningly beautiful.
No just look outside - the rain is so sad.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
Look at the magnificent world
Just a mask.
Unearthly to look beneath
The surface.
Except caves reveal the look
Of a fragment.
The thick crust
Hides the ugly truth.
Natural catastrophes
Express the instability.
One day or other
Everything breaks slowly
Into million pieces.
At the end
The truth reveals itself with every ugliness and magnificence.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Anxiety is...
Angst is the absence of security
Grabs your throat until you
witness a desperate scratching
Apparently a quiet squeak appears
It feels like a filthy, stuffing beast
you can't sense it clearly, lucidly
Breath is just a sluggish blaze
Hurting everything on his path
till it leaves thick scars
Bleeds deep darkness behind
No need to panic.
Everyday improvement seems to seethe
By time everything has been melted away
but every last drop of the urge to live
flows gently away until it closely solidifies.
Remaining hope securely condenses
into
****** sure-fire
nothing.
...
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC