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Me Feb 2015
Maybe i am schizophrenic
Maybe i am crazy
Maybe life is something i haven't realized yet
I am on pills
I am not normal

I am beaming at my best friend's wide eyed awe
I shiver of sweetness when my boyfriend grabs the last slice of pizza
I tremble at my niece's grinning face when she has told a lie

What are you?
In which planet do you suspect a hot beating heart?
In yours?
In mine?

Whose heart is whose
Is not the question -
By the way.
Me Nov 2014
Can I just slip my hand
under your skirt, my love?

Just really quick?*

Next day he wakes up with a thick
black bleeding eye
and has the answer to that line
between his aching thighs.

Good luck next time.
Me Jan 2016
an echo maker stands
at the shore
lifting up his hands

hands

gath'ring up his strength
and with

the full length of his arm

catches
fish.
Me Jan 2021
The field
bare
before you
a tip of your finger
reaches
for a light
touch -
and makes all of it ripple and cause
a huge
ongoing wave of the ocean
Me May 2013
How come you turned me into this:

sneaking around corners
childishly peeking through open windows
so as not to be seen
in an unfit state?

walking too fast and breathing
to slow to keep up with my racing heart
in my chest?

talking to myself when nobody looks
and fearing the nooks and crannies
you might be hiding in?

circulating around the same thought
over and over again
and forgetting what brought us here:

all beauty and lightness gone
all that uplifted us both,
done away with and over
and wiped out for now-

and all of this because I-
because I-

am lost for words all the time
and always-
and even in rhymes I won't find a solution
that could possibly put an end
to all this-

or a beginning.
never going to reach the addressee in any case.
Me Oct 2014
A tiny little piece of
poetry
to shake your evnin' hour -

To send you just a little bit
of my outrageous brain
tonight.

I am afraid
I overact.
Me May 12
The mirror
Reflecting
Not reflecting
Has become
Your very personal
Point of Transit

🌀
Me May 15
As you grew into
Your true Form the scenery
Before your very eyes,
Too,
Changes and turns
Into the live version of what you
Always perceived
As remembering forward.

You are perfect, cause time has always been for you.

❤️
Me Aug 2019
Kind of like
Universe saying
(eyes rolling):
What in the world do I have to move
to make you trust

you must-
you must not fear
a single bit
what comes your way;

I throw
a bucket of
nature's best flowers
on you
I send out
my animal helpers
make them
approach and watch
over your steps

and however long it takes
until you trust-
believe-
and wake up with
a radiant clarity that wipes
out all gloomy thoughts
-
I'll stay
and watch
and
hold
your
hand.
Me Jan 2020
I wish
that you
sit in a field
of poppies
and read your
favourite books
and look
once in a while
or more
for me and everyone
and smile
Me Sep 2019
A pilgrimage does not
start on the pages
you may as well walk
around blocks and into
grocery- and coffee shops

As long as you can say
for sure the way came
from your heart
and you did not
let anyone dictate
a starting point for you

everything's well

Have coffee
cigarettes and cake
on your own path
have everything that makes
the aching fear come
out

Take good advice and
money, wisdom, sweets
take all this from your friends but don't make
doubt to be a thing to take on

And maybe you will meet me
on your way
and maybe we will chat or have
a cup
or maybe you'll walk past
and that is fine with me

And at the end maybe
you ll meet
Yourself
shake hands
embrace
and turn around to see
that is was worth it.
Me Nov 2019
Glimpses
that nobody
verifies
and ice that's
see-through
though it cracks
slightly
underneath your feet

Breed your
ideas
they are
correct
though
premature

You're doing
fine
Me May 2020
If you
Externalize
Your pressure
Dear
It will
For sure
Push back to you
And you will feel
Awkwardly pushed away and not
know
Why
Me Feb 2015
My love is your love
is my love is your love

cheers to
whitney man
i wish i had
a kidney just as big
to share so that no one
would hav to die from
kidney shortage.

this is a poem i write
so that i do not have to write
anything else like
hell ya - i would ring the bells of my
freakin academic career end

pass this as word of mouth, please
and don t pass it through the greedy
hands of scholars.

Or i shall holler back in loudest tongue:
copy and paste is not the worst of all
it is this static state that they have flung
around kids' necks
-
**** it! I do do do do enjoy it too much!!!!
Me Mar 2021
The wind blows the grains of dry sand
away from the paper and
a question emerges
reading
Who are you
in clear letters
You remember
and hear
the earnest tone of this phrase
and no hint of your own
uncertainty
is mirrored
in this question
A reckless kid asks for a soothing counterpart...
Me Jan 2021
A dream of the moon
full
reflected on the night-blue
wide ocean -
and a bit of fear
still left there,
too
Do you dream of water?
Me Apr 2021
Two beds chairs
plastic floor sterile
clinic place this is
me too
in anxiety and sad
and playing
table football
Me Dec 2019
See, my Love
sometimes it really
is not you
who fears the things
inside
Sometimes it's
other people
who do not like to be
reminded
of their own
homemade troubles
and of how much
they press the lid
onto the jar

Of how-
with all the force they have-
the hide their scars
because they think
they need
active protection

whereas
you feel

you want

to stretch out hands
and touch
Me Sep 2020
Just a split
second
and these glimmering
fragments appear
as words
before they drift and
merge again
but they came near you
into the beautiful pool
of preverbal
knowing
Me Apr 2022
I hate
sad poetry
I hate when flood gates
do not open
stuck inside
bite
grind
I hate
sad poetry
Me Mar 2022
Late winter light beam
hope
streams into you
Hope.
Me May 2019
I woke up
raging
inside fire

that desires to come up
and out

Be loud
be  L O U D
and be allowed to do so

Ah this fire
This is a digital shout. I don't always understand what is going on inside of me, and getting it out like this is always good. Always.
Me Jan 2020
Some days when
The goal does feel
Too blurry you just
Make the path
Your goal
Me Apr 2020
Have you ever heard of
two people that
connect
by mere exchange of
barren fact and leave out all
emotion
Have you?
Me Jan 2021
A curvy figure rises breaks
through the water surface shakes off
all limitations
her hand still remembers the touch
of the sandy ground
under water
a promise
the wind whirls around her body
curls
her fingers in apprehension:
She is ready
Can you see it?
Me Nov 2020
You're ready, you say, oddly proud
take
my face in your hands before you draw
ceremonially
two lines with *******, two lines of white on each of my cheeks, nodding earnestly
smiling ever so warmly as if saying
I'll be only a few steps behind, if not closer for now
all the time
my eyes ask of you
all the time yes all the time your presence
answers, reassures
and I detach
not detach
and take a step forward into the snow
the cold where I can see my breath forming clouds
and it is not cold at all
it is not cold
Me Jan 2012
Colours of mountains,
The song of a blackbird,
Painful it was, and a little bit scary.

When my eyes would grow bigger,
Rays of light shaped the edges
Of things and of shadows
Not seen but felt.

Carrying on in a distance,
I learned to distinguish
The sounds from the voices
Of soundless creatures.
Me Jan 2013
over the fence i saw my very own
lungs exploding
splinters and bits of it covering
the next best breath
the next best line
of my own narrative
that - now -
wrinkled and crunched and wrapped around the fence
still knows how to dance-

and amounts to the desperate summit
of bright enthusiasm:
exploding this time
in vibes and waves
and again – and always

again.
Me Jan 2013
Easy-
to write like this
to write-
and in a flash of bliss I tell myself
to lay aside
the pen and paper
delay-
until a later point in time

But now-
now-
never disrupt a running flow, they say,
and rightly so.
For now, I leave the words,
I let them go-
'cause what-

                *Ah, give it up, my love!
Or have another go, but bear in mind:
You only find what your eyes see,
and see they do a lot.
All good, I say, now rest a moment;

and look:
what you have done here.
Me Jun 2014
Release my wrists from your consolent grip
I am grown out of it.

Once in our lives
Have faith in me
Forget that horror Trip
That shook us so.

Combat is over
When all red is gone
Your senses may be loaded;
A harsher wind blows
in this lower heaven -
I read the words encoded:

*Forgive us Father
For we fear not
What you have planed for us.
Maintain your hard will
And ferocious tongue.
But once in
Still,
Cold,
Frosty temper
You'll see where all went wrong; where all begins, and Ends,
And  lives
Not through you
But in us.
Me Sep 2019
Reclaim those parts
that you don't claim to be
part of Yourself

Restrain your brain
and start empowering
your mind instead of
spamming it

Stretch out your
arms and widen
your territory of
downright responsibility

Reclaim your ****
and shove it through the light-
and own it.
It is time!  No ******* excuses.
Me Jun 2020
Make the
current
yours
you always were
a child of
water
no fear,
Love
step right
into
the stream
flow with
what flows
with you
and trust
your mind is just
playing protection
Me Jul 25
Two melodies not
Cancelling each other out or
Irritating each other's
Rhythm any longer but
Having
Each other
Exist
In Peace and
Seeing

☯️
Me May 2014
Life hurts.

So then -
Let's take it from here.
Oh kids from hello poetry and other, I am back holding on to my helium baloons. Love ###
Me Jul 2020
White lines marking
her skin she
tilts her head
slightly
narrowed eyes
knowing alright
once more through it
with patience
and strength
moonlight keeping
her company
Me Feb 2020
Popping up
on walls
in dreams
on flowers' thorns
to make
the fire
tangible
thank you.
Me Feb 2020
A fiery red
Figure dances
In the half-shadows
Eager to come out
And dance with you
Me May 1
You are my Space
I am Here
Because you exist

I can feel
Your Tender presence
I still need you hooded
And eyes almost closed

🌌
Me Sep 2019
You are not the gap
but the
Connection.
Me May 2012
Sound* is what I eat -
Out there they say, get rid of it!
Under their skin I see eyes of greed;
No mercy, their voices sit
Down in the darkened chamber.

Music has scared them so much,
Utmost terror it has brought -
Saving not their minds, but mine,
Inclined to confess – here I’m caught,
Clutching a few notes, my shrine.

Sing no more, so I stand
In their midst;
No hands reach out.
Go away - is all they say.
Me Apr 2020
Two pine trees swaying
In the wind like dancers
And the old walnut
Broke
Me Feb 2021
The almond tree stands
in full bloom
looking at you
not saying
a word
of apology
Me Apr 2021
You tell me you're
here
but I cannot find much peace and quiet and
confidence
I seem to be
unable
to settle into it
and sad impatient
restless
Stand by me please
Me Mar 2021
A whirlwind
silver streams
returning
Me Dec 2020
On the peak of
Mount Kailash
emerges a hand
pulling Herself up
joining
the Dance
for good
Me Jul 2020
The whole
you being
destructively sad and
raging
being
childlike full of tremendous
joy being
a silent
observer piercing
every thing
being
a hilarious fool one eye
fixed upon
the truth,
still-
being
a deep deep feeling
creature rejecting the
building of
fixed walls-
rather
tired of the motion
being
the seeing kid that feels and
understands
the push and pull
and navigates
through it
with a fierce
perseverance
a breath so persistent
it could give you
a pause
more often
letting go just
a bit of
the existential
relentlessness
I am so many things at the same time, it really IS a challenge to  be the conductor here :D
Me Jan 2012
Deep,
Deep,
And even deeper
On the very ground of the ground of this poem
Lies a word
That won’t come out.

And maybe,
Yes, maybe
It feels good where it lies,
Surrounded by those little letters and signs,
Unwilling to leave it alone.

So nobody ever will guess
What became of the word,
And if it had altered
Throughout the times;

Or if its lonesomeness,
Along with the fact that it rhymes,
Was not so bad
after all.
Me Sep 2019
Have you ever wondered if
in every ****** act men try to climb,
want to climb back
into
the mommy's womb-
but simply do not fit
all the way in?
Me Feb 2012
As he stepped
Into the puddle
He thought: I should make it double -
And jumped a second time.

Wet drops soaked
His trouser legs;
Smiling then, he dropped his specs
To see without reflection.

If you had flipped this upside down
A scene would have emerged
Where waterfalls began to drown
His feet, his pants, his heart.

And watercolors soak the page now,
The puddle empty, dry.
And He only a mess of paint,
The painter whistling: My, oh my.
Me May 2019
You see
Three old men
Sitting on chairs, smoking and
Having a coffee in the sun
And say
These lazy *******
Not realizing
That you are the lazy one
Who lets his freedom,
Voice
And love
*******
Out of fear of
Taking
Responsibility.
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