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andTilly Sep 2021
My ship has sailed, but has it really?
There’s too much, too many of uncertain feelings
And the storm in the robes of a lamb

What is missed, does wet mean pleased?
Four-leaved clover, it’s over

My ship has sailed, I’m lost at sea
Or am I the sea, too large to see me..?

I wanted to care but I cared way too much
The way to nowhere, the rays you can touch
Burning bright, burning, burned over with grace

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

The protector of the commotion
Humor me, human slow as the wide oceans
Blue in the face that never gets too green
Inhuman remains hidden behind screens

Protective smoke and the mirrors
Mirrored to never get clearer

I wanted to be there, I was way too much
Getting there, got nowhere, the whole world to watch
The bright star to follow to forget starts

But bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

The ship, the waves, the golden shore views
The ship, the waves, the forever cruise

I wanted to care but I cared way too much
The way to nowhere, the rays you can touch
Burning bright, burning, burned over with grace

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

You’ll be the ship
And I’ll be the waves
The waves, the waves

Bear with me, I’ll carry thee

Until you’ll be the ship
Until I’ll be the waves
Carry me always
Lately, most of my poems turn to songs, songs to pictures, and pictures to dust :)
https://youtu.be/hj5Y6eGIOg4

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andTilly Apr 2021
this is a memory
I will never have
the memorable story
happening to someone where
the memory of glories
one would truly miss if their
existence, not amiss, were
to be and were all there

this is a memory
of sorts, not meant to last
the cornerstone theory
theoretically almost passed
I'd treasure such a moment
if the treasure could be found
instead, I'll bow deep down
in purgatory, safe and sound
©2020 andtilly.com
andTilly Feb 2021
feel the bitter
it’s all I have to offer
all I’ve left at home

rainbows taste like copper
and raindrops much like chrome
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andTilly Jan 2021
I know as much of nothing as you do.
does that make a failure of you?
and one of me...
who is the winner among the losers?
the losing to be
when all it is is to be found lost?
the host
drained, ****** in all the rumours,
feeding the know-it-all ghosts
sitting on the shoulders.
nothings weighing more than largest boulders
carried
in four arms, mess,
two infinities of nothingness
got married.
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andTilly Jan 2021
nettle once brittle
kneels on burning snow
dandelion grove
breathing ashes bitter

an elephant-like hole in the ground
don’t look in on the strangers
eyes wide from the danger
disappeared with all the sound

a doll holding a hand
hands sleeping in, tight
in their hold, no fight
just dance with the twirling sand

nettle once brittle
kneels on empty plane
once nest’s now a grave
full of ashes bitter
This poem got to be a song in the end. Describing a post-war ambience, it is influenced by Middle Ages, LOTR & similar movies, Fallout game series... not to forget this almost after-war-ish covid situation, deaths & lockdowns... Its feeling also corresponds to the moment, when Disney's Mulan enters a burned-out village.


You can listen to it on https://youtu.be/vtfJclYFcIc

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andTilly Jan 2021
I woke up repeatedly
and twice
I was dead

so how are these being written
if the life conditions
have not been met?

can the Death be sleeping
lively dreaming
can Life be dead?

dreaming of life
living the death
I woke up repeatedly, yet...
©2020 andtilly.com
andTilly Jan 2021
HNY
the happiest step into your New Year
and each and every fear that feels near
let it just step into the light and disappear

happy New Year’s
dears
©2020 andtilly.com
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