Our antihero,
has now won something.
A real consolation prize.

Her tensile wings
grew larger and larger
trying to reach
the end of the world.

Just to find out
she was only
circling around.

Please, stop your crying
and let me tell you
that the end is near

Don't believe the truth
over the lies, cause you
will lose all of the fear

Roads to escape are closed
bridges are pulled up
I guess they all are wrong

My ink is running out
paper is getting to an end
It's time to finish our song.

Looking for your love
I am hiding under
shades of blue

With a scarred heart
that keeps on beating
and memorizing you

My true thoughts
are hidden behind
a cloaked smile

To give myself
a bit of peace
I must live in denial

I remember
something vague
from a distant past
which I can't place yet
here in the present.

A story in my head
filled with fun
and intense happiness
not a scratch on my crystal ball
everything healthy,
nothing broken.

An era has passed
a love perished
the piece has been written
but I don't like the ending.

here in this game
we’re all the same
we write about love
we write about pain

but whatever you write
just follow the light
that’s lit in your soul
to make the world bright

cause a candle will burn
any way you will turn
go, write on my love
make my heart yearn

You gave the words
I used my ink.

I wrote the lines
that made you think.

You became speechles
I waited for reply.

You ended the story
but there was no goodbye.

O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.

legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support

The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.

Quite a task,
to sit still
in a rocking chair

Morning dusk looms
and hunts furiously
across the whole earth
chasing the dark.

In conflict together
for the upcoming light.
Night is soon
succumbed to dawn.

But already makes
dark plans again,
to banish the light
once more
before nightfall

I came into this world
where I couldn't see
cause the bright light of life
was blinding me

I made a choice
and had to strive
cleared lots of rubble
before I could thrive

But this was my path
that I had to go
sometimes it went fast
and other times slow

It was trouble and pain
but I have no regret
cause this was the way
how we two could met

Your love,
has many dreams
in which I am not included
dancing anxiously
on still water
afraid that I will disturb it.

My love,
bright and sincere
clear as an open book
you don't want to read it
but left it
in a dusty corner.

Our love.
speaks several languages
but not one you understand
how for God's sake
do I make clear
that I love you very much.

Peering across fields
looking to the horizon
creating images in my head
before the day even started

Snakes hide quickly
under the grass
exaggerating fens
feel like a big puddle

Storks nest together
on top of high poles
fox and marten watch
you can hear them sneak

Rabbit happily hops
from one hole to another
sheep looks on woolly
how do they keep it up

Frogs make paths
in the drifting sand
handy for the ants
marching across
the sandy path

Highlander grazes hairy
grass for grasshopper away
Woodpecker breaks bark
Cuckoo goes insane

A deer shoots away
is looking for a safe pasture
There is space enough
for a whole pack
all come along

Please, bring me relief
I don't want to see the dark.
Illumination.

My head is weary
my thoughts are gone.
do I make a short poem
or does it need to be long

What is the point,
why is there all this thinking.
is it true that writing is easier
after I have been drinking.

The paper is too white
and the ink is too black
but once the first word is written
there is no way going back.

In a vacuum
you were trapped

I jumped a hole
in the air

In infinite space
we fled together.

Money is no problem,.
we don't have it anyway.
Our life is our wealth.

Ticking time
sliding by
painfully slow

The future
in front of me
lies miles
behind me.

The present
unfortunately
no longer favorable
for me

I feel
a timeless remorse
now I may
have loved you too little

I look up
I look down
I looked behind and all around

I seek
and I’ve searched
but nothing could be found

I stop
and I stared
but there is nothing there

So why
do people say
that spring is in the air

A book with a good plot,
is on the table in front of me.
It won't open.

Dry colored leaves fall
making earth a warm blanket.
Nature takes a rest

Love runs
like a
bounded thread

complicated in-sync
with sweet dreams

we stay
woven together

never ever
we unravel

The storyteller said
"I don't have time to tell you a story"

The time teller replied.
"I can tell you sometime"

If you both cannot
agree on certain issues.
That is common ground.

Much reading
in my prison cell
kept me fascinated there.

Problem was however
that what is offered
was a mere crime

Without realizing
time is an eternity
to achieve your goal