he is the sun.
with his bright red hair and his warm hands
freckles all over
he shines
gives warmth and light to people
I am the moon.
a bit cold and a bit sad
with pale white
kinda dusty skin
with scars like craters
the moon can't shine without the sun
but still it is not less important.
sun gives warmth, casts shadows
moon controls the tides,
sees things in a different light
we are the sun and the moon.
like all people are.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
crowd of tiny black birds
one of them prettier than the rest
feathers shimmering golden
but when his brothers and sisters fly
it remains below
because you can't fly with wings made of gold
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
raven picking out
eye and brain of dead pigeon
what an eerie sight
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
his lips could destroy worlds
I told him.
and he smiled that smile.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
oh how welcome is
warm water slowly dripping
embracing the icyness of my body
with it's vast whiteness
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
my heart is leaking
the people on the street
they smell its strange scent
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
it's no lie when I said that I felt eternity
but I always did nothing but repeatedly make you sad.
please let me sleep with your name resounding in my head
the passing days
the weeks and months
they drew us apart
your name hurts my mouth when I speak it out loud
the name which i can not call out
it burns my lips when I whisper
we were looking for the the others faults when
we should have looked at each other
my limbs are trembling to the sound of storm
hitting the glass of my window
the sound of it kills the silence
the tranquility I seek
the repose I need
I don't want you to fade
even though the last memories of you
envenom my insides
like a snakebite
my body is rotting away, returning me to earth
she embraces me like a mother
I want to hear, even a sigh
a small hearbeat that isn't and won't be there
that little rythm
my nightmares are unchanging
the drowning days
their weight piles up on me
a burden.
the spider lily is in bloom
the moon will fall
this second winter is standing still
spring will not come again
it's cold but I won't lock the door.
Maybe you'll come.
Maybe spring will be with you.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
a flower for each
time I think of you will make
me a huge garden
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
seems like I am -
I have disconnected from
every human I've ever met
ever had been bound to
am I a ghost?
am I an angel?
this is a bad place
either way -
I am in a bad place
anyway
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC