everybody burns inside
sometimes they just need a little gasoline
to burn the way they should to

my mood goes like wind
left and right, back and forth
no way to control

Growing up between
two cultures
too less for some
too much for others
too many expectations
no middle

Im the pinnacle of arrogance before success.

People who give their life away have it easy. Only people who already have died few times can understand them. The others are confused and left alone, until they understand
and maybe do the same
or maybe have the courage
to take the hard path
of living

If you can have idols
Be your first one
Otherwise you wont be you anymore

Prepare to die first to become good

„Actions speak louder than words“

Words are your action
Which speak louder than any action
But not every action is silent
And not every word is loud
Which words will whisper
And what actions will scream
is for you to decide

im not suicidal
but the pen stabs me every time
a little bit of blood creates a poem

im not surrounded by enemies only
but the enemies stab me every time
i don't bleed then, i only cry
a little bit of tears create a poem
poems stronger than through blood
poems strengthened by sadness

i sit there
waiting
the clock ticks faster
time’s getting away
the heart beats slower
life‘s melting away
my mind and time never in tact
i sit there
waiting
waiting to know
what will happen
waiting to die
waiting to live
or waiting to lie and say i’ve never truly lived
waiting to know what will happen
after im dead and my poems still alive
waiting to know
if im gonna make it
waiting to know
if im gonna slit it

i know nobody wants to know
what im waiting for
but for that one kid, sitting in his room
thinking and waiting, that his life is hell
don’t think about it

write about it, paint about it, sing about it

The mirror can make you forget yourself

i want to write something
that‘ll change your life but
everything has been said in the past
but people still don‘t listen

Time is limited,
Use it well,
Don’t be bigoted,
live in hell,
Your hours are
minimal,
Should ring a bell,
Minutes used right
can be pivotal,
don‘t live in a shell,
These few seconds can be
Critical,

do not create your own cell

my mood shifts, drifts till im worn out
my brain ‘bout to check-out, my art a vain, pierces through my heart, cheerless atmosphere, stuck like glue

kids are more scared of failing class, instead of being scared to not know what to do in life

they are more focused on passing a class instead of passing with a meaningful life

my lifes a mess
headaches
unless
when i look into your
eyes
my own eyes ache
and get wet

you cant change the past.
you cant see in the future,
but you can change it
with the present

your only obstacle is yourself

in the middle of a  storm, in your mind, there are too many. You can‘t fight multiple wars in your head.
If there is only one,
you can run away.

too many storms, around you,
there is no way out.
you cant get out.

unless.

there is someone, with a umbrella, wanting to help you.

let yourself get helped

too much confidence,
resolves in pride.
too much pride resolves in-
isolating yourself,
not letting others help you.
nobody helping you;
resolves in death.

you live in my dreams
i can only see you;
when i close my eyes
when i fall asleep
when i think of, what i need the most;

the first thing in my mind is you

you live in my dreams
i dont know who you are
yet i feel so safe when i dream of you

can one fall in love through a picture?

thats the first thing i

asked after

i saw you

Time seems limited if not used well

if you can come out of a depressing situation and
after a while you find yourself again in one
compare yourself to your earlier self
are still just as miserable like you were in the past?
if not;
you've grown.

i am like a lighter,

i glow, bright

i glow with ideas and creativity but
with one false motion or
one false word, im demotivated and depressed.
with one motion.

what do i love...?

everytime someone asks me that,
i think of my family. my parents, brother and sister,
niece and nephews, but...

that would be a lie. would i die for them? yes. but only because they are family, there are a few persons among them whom i cannot stand.
if some of them were not my kin, i wouldnt even consider putting my hand into a fire for them.

its hard to admit but its the truth.

the real things that you love are,
things which shouldnt mean anything to you. but they still do.
for example;
friends.

love yourself then love others.
     because above all others
          there is you.
               if you don't even believe in yourself,
                           you have to defeat, beat, decieve the
                                           evil demons that beat inside of you

                                                   until then
                                            you finally can be
                                                       even.

everyone thinks,
but not enough

everyone acts,
but not enough

everyone makes a choice,
but not always the right one

everyone lives,
but not the right way

the key to life is
living

sometimes old love,
never went away.

oftentimes it's still there,
but the love is bent and
s e v e r e d.

i keep my balance,
    throughout the day,
         until you meet my way.
              suddenly feeling dizzy,
                    tipsy, looking at your
                              pretty face.

No luck with love
I'll admit it.

I commit and dive in,
sort of stuck.

All in or not at all,
that's my premise.

Awe-struck always,
if it's not working.

I press the tip
against the paper.
It drips and bleeds.

One layer of my heart,
strips off for every poem i read.

One of the hardest things,

you can do,

is to let go.

Let it go.

Let it be wild.

Maybe,

someday

it’ll come back.