so many unique and talented persons
you‘ll think;
am i one of them?
i don‘t know.
but i think there are only two possibilities
either there are these rare humans that are born every few years or
we are all rare and talented

music, poetry, art
nothing of this matters
few lyrics to make you happy for a
few minutes
few lines to make you think about life for a few seconds
few drops of paint to make you think about what beauty is
just to forget about it later
everything will be forgotten
the only question remains
will you go through hell to make people think for a second or just forget about it?

my birthday
my least favorite day
it reminds me of my birth
every year
reminds me of
keeping the serpents out my yard
not trusting anyone
the fact, that i wasted another year yet again without
achieving anything

could it be
that we all are lying
lying about out life‘s purpose
is it really family? Our jobs or just money?
what is it?
only few find out
before they meet the end

‘bout to give it up for this,
need to pick up a sign of bliss and
let the devil miss
im in a vessel
need to wrestle out of it
to be freed outta his-
control
maybe stars need to align
to let me
reach my goal

the mist blurs my vision
you are out of sight
she usually shines bright
like the sun

when i wake up
no where in sight

sitting at my desk,
writing
not me but
the demons
residing within me
every word,
is mine,
but not about me
maybe you or that one girl, out of many
who knows
my pen bleeding like my heart
every letter word or thought
drenched with blood
no sweat