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Dec 2019 · 211
Waiting room
Andreas Peter Dec 2019
Sterile white dragon
Silvered claws held high
And carve my love
From life
To life
Cold medical maw
To swallow whole, and
Spit back out
Jan 2019 · 683
Braving embers
Andreas Peter Jan 2019
Campsite fire
Newly lit
Burn with reckless abandon
Heavy breaths, to a bonfires blaze
Logs kissed and caressed by fire
And ache for more
More to taste, more to fuel
Ever striving for brighter peaks
Can barely catch my breath
Faintly now, content embers burn
Pop and crackle like merry minds at ease
At peace
Always thought the bonfires blaze
To be unmatched
In warmth and comfort
Now though, I seem to find
Equal exaltation, in infernos of a different kind
Trusting in the ebb and flow
Searing bright to homely glow
As by embers unwavering life and heat
My hands find yours
And remain complete
Finding love in all its shapes - bonfires passion and embers steady gaze
Jun 2018 · 254
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
It was hard
Straining to hear your words
Trying to keep a conversation, not just a monologue
Trying to fill that sterile, silent room
With life and sound and joy

It was hard
Seeing your strong hands
Always creating, building, giving
Growing inescapably weaker
Noticing the windows of coherency
Moments of quips and quirks
Growing inescapably shorter

It was a lot harder
Waking up
and with a breath of bitter
melancholy relief
Finding 5 missed calls
From the passing of my grandfather
Jun 2018 · 221
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
I'd rather fight with you for a lifetime
than spend it without the option to
Jun 2018 · 210
Night train
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
Old rickety machine
trundles along its
comparatively, slow, journey
keeping me awake with its tosses and turns
Heavy eyes and tired minds slide shut all around
and drift away from conscious shores
I'd be jealous, any other day
of blissful sleepers undisturbed
by heaving engine
screeching call
Tonight, however
I'm glad to wake
for waking I am blessed
with blissful sleeper undisturbed
nestled against my chest
Jun 2018 · 325
Fasten your seatbelts
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
Cylindrical steel take me
         higher than I'll ever soar
                                              Except maybe
                                after the frantic sprint of rubber hooves has stopped
                                                   and I smile into your embrace
                                                                                            once more
Jun 2018 · 337
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
I've barely slept
My hours are too short and too few
and I have better things to do
Like sit
and watch my sunrise
come dancing tipsy through the door at 05:36
in all her morning splendour, sending smiling sunshafts in amongst the leaves of peacefully sleeping lilies
Laughter sparkling over the surface of a glass of water,
she settles snug and warm against my chest
Colouring now a hint of dusk and clouds
followed now by slightly furrowed rainy brows
Still her warmth seeps further in
and she holds me tight
flame flickers, and a deep breath
to tell me of the coming night
Jun 2018 · 296
Long distance no more
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
My steps have gotten lighter
unaccustomed to hardwood floors
It's not that I'm afraid,
don't want to make a noise
Rather, my heels can't seem to settle
and I always feel like dancing
now that I'm finally
just a few steps and through a door
from kissing you
Jun 2018 · 267
Mind matters
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
I don't like it
but it's not for me to say
how best to deal
with internal silent
deafening mockery
still, I wish I could do more
than simply comply
when trough cracking dams and swelling waves
you ask
to be left Alone
Jun 2018 · 249
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
And I'll wade through endless clich├ęs
to find a single exquisite syllable
in a still inferior word
to describe her
Jun 2018 · 184
Static buzz goodbye
Andreas Peter Jun 2018
Ever gone back and looked at old video games, old movies
on an old TV and thought
did it always look this bad?"
Colours all a washed out grey
Playing "count the pixels" has never been easier!
And that old-tech-buzz,
so prevalent you'd swear that it's part of the soundtrack.
Life looks a bit like that sometimes
Switch back from your top end
4K HDR 60 frames per second beauty you've gotten used to.
See what vibrancy and detail you can squeeze
out of an old CRT
Hardly impressive.
Does look a lot like that sometimes
All a washed out grey
When saying goodbye

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