the famed recluse suddenly opens the shutter
just to peek out at the world
stinking of bleach
you’d better have a sharp nose
if you are blind
if you can’t distinguish
between black and white
your only crutch is
filling up your stomach
to get some warmth
at least
deep down inside
the illusion of life
sighted are those
who crack its invisible meaning
they hit the target
even though
they might not really mean it (so)
trigger-happy
never batting an eyelid
never thinking twice
the blind ones touch anything smelling nice
always reaching out
for some sense
do you need to keep rolling the dice (blind)?
in the end
you are doomed to choke with carbon monoxide
don’t take offense
where is your mind?
gentleman
it’s high time for you
to decide
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:20 AM UTC
huge icicle falls down onto my head
i remain silent
as if nothing's happened
how are you?
hope you alright?
yes, i'm fine, thanx
no problem
i can hardly speak
no problem
i can hardly breathe
no problem
i can hardly feel
no problem
now i see
you can hardly live
that's life
that's how we all live
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 1:51 PM UTC
A blessing in disguise
There’s enough salt in a salt shaker
To make it exactly twice
Excess carbon dioxide
In the air
Snow on my teeth
A phrase stood there
Frozen on the tip of my tongue
Kept it to myself
Nobody got it
No light
For the rest of the day
For it’s winter
Some more
Nightmares
Restless sleep
Then spring, summer,
Fall, winter...
And spring
(Back to life)
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
having wings
obliges you to fly
à toute allure
we do quite well
having just 0.5
time will start running backwards
i will stop thinking at all
and won't fall asleep
never
all I want is
having those wings back
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
we will fight
against you all
all the time
we will beat
our head against the wall
we will die
and you will notice that
for sure
you will cry
but no one helps you
anymore
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
How come
Your head comes off
Sneaky little smile
On your face
Calling me back
Don’t get into a flap
Caught into a trap
Your savior behind
Pushing you back
How come
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Guiding light
Tender is the night
Coffee is black
Milk is white
Shall we still mix it?
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
green clamor
June agony
I'm lying
like couch potato
here on the balcony
with my brains out
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
gray brittle phrases
where's my osteopath
fed up with thoughts and hypotheses
with my soaked shoes
with my own self forever standing out
how tall are you, you brat
countryside
otherwise
otherside
misery of shallow waters
overused leitmotifs
simplistic mottos
approximation when it comes to numbers
nostalgia when i have to deal with childhood photos
casuistic morals
opportunist goals
the vigour of distrust
whenever i think of social distancing or social media
the concept of not being involved
similar to not being alive
yet it's better than being dead
that's my life
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
This May breaks my head apart
As well as the night breaks the day
From the window I see the sun shine
But I have to stay online
****
What a ****** I am
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC