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Ceeam Jul 2016
Tonight, the last piece of hope vanished,
Vanished, in the rain running down my hair,
Vanished, in the wind breezing past my cheeks.
All these months you were my spark,
My spark in this darkness.
The thing I could think of when I thought so less about myself.
I always thought there was still you, over there.

Tonight you showed me,you don't need me.
You don't want me and you don't want to meet me.
You were the only person where I thought I could be myself,
But no,
Myself isn't enough.
Not enough for you, not enough for anyone.
Totally alone,
Again,
But now without the sparkle,
Without the day dreaming lifting me from the horrifying reality.
Nothing of that is left.
Nothing of me is left.
Ceeam May 2016
The RAIN knocks on my window
WATER patient to get in
Travelling from CLOUDS up high
And OCEANS far away
Transported by RIVERS
Or flew as VAPOUR
A TEAR rolls down
Salty MOISTURE slightly
HYDRATES my eyes
Staring at the STORM
While the CURRENT inside me
FLOWS
Ceeam May 2016
Today, I think,
I've realized a bit
what growing up
is actually like.

I now see...

A world of struggles,
instead of,
a world full of joy and play.

A flower which has colour
just to attract bees
instead of,
being beautiful.

A product supporting a sick making industry,
instead of,
a pill relieving me from pain.

A cheap marketing trick,
instead of,
a lovely smiling shop employee.

A fat making item,
instead of,
a delicious piece of food.

A bunch of pesticides
and human right violations,
instead of,
a beautiful bouquet of roses.

A destroyed forest,
instead of,
an amazing resort.

I can make this list so long,
but I won't,
Because deep inside,
I'm still an optimist.

I still enjoy earth and life more,
than I disgust it.
As long as there is,
more joy than pain.
Ceeam May 2016
People walk by me,
like I am a ghost.
Or they act like they don't see,
that hurts the most.

I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?

I'm now questioning,
what I saw the past year,
when people were listening.

They were just polite,
smiling and wishing me goodnight.

I was blind,
not to sense,
and to find,
the invisible fence.

Well, alone I am now,
trying to figure out how.
To adapt and change,
becoming less strange.

But still I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?
Ceeam May 2016
It's incredible
how punctual
guys can be
when they know
for sure,
they are
gonna get
laid.

My cooked food,
a nice walk,
a warm hug,
a good talk.

5,
10,
20,
40,
60,
minutes late,
if
they know
for sure
no *****
is served
on this
date.
Ceeam May 2016
Trying to hold on,
focus and not miss a thing.
Hours, minutes, seconds gone,
not aware of the starting spring.

Back straight,
eyes focused on the screen.
Reaching for a good grade,
And eventually my career dream.

But sometimes I can't be strong,
than I need someone to hold on.
Be surrounded by arms,
and a heart that warms.
Ceeam May 2016
The road of reality,
where will it take me.
No careful clarity,
Rather a buzzing bumblebee.

Some days I wonder around,
Feeling lost and lonely.
Other days I have my feet on the ground,
Knowing how to be.

Will the wind *******,
In a demanding direction.
Or into the open sea,
Without perfection.

For now I trust,
The course of my heart.
Open but robust,
Hopefully smart.

— The End —