On the starboard side
I count the days
Until we reach the city
To fight the war
Fervently hoping
That my father's uniform
Does not mingle with the mud
Before I do
A seagull
It's eyes darker than the ink
On death certificates
Keeps me company
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
amidst the lavender fields
There I was
Lying wide awake
My vision glazed
My mouth open
A little cloud shaped like a child floats by
*A warm touch
Around my mouth
My mouth closed
I don't know, how to breath, now*
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
And I used to think it was me who didn't care............
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
I wake up
To a blast of warm air
The smell of a dream running far away
Smothers my senses
It moistens my dry eyes and chapped lips
Strangles my fantasy of slumber
My blurred field of vision
Drips into the monotony of everyday life
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
A green snakeskin
Gathers dust on your shelf
When was it that you became human?
I... don't remember anymore.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Mortified
I stare at the half dead birds
With wings of smoking coals
Fly into igloos made of plastic
And leave a trail of blood
On the blue paper sky
Mortified
I close my eyes
And drift into dreamland
To escape this astronomically nonsensical nightmare
Of a half dead reality.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
My left eye is burning
I'm afraid
That I've sneaked glances at the sun
For too long
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
All the doors are closed
And the windows bright
It's a toy city
No one laughs here, no one cries
In the afternoon on the road you will see
A running man, a swaggering child
And then night falls before the sun goes down
In this toy city of eternal night
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
The wretched song of silence
Snakes into my ears
The heap that wrecks of violence
No corpse in one piece
Shut your eyes
Close the doors
And hug your ****** limbs
The blood red track of limping feet
Shall lead them to thee
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
Unsavoury rhymes swing by course
I have nothing left to write
Gnashing my teeth I tell myself
I can think of nothing, but that's alright
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC