under all this pressure
do i crack and sink lower
or
take shape and start all over

walk around in circles
and i miss the site of the city
stare down on the ground
drowned in thoughts
about you
its all in rhymes
string of words in harmony
about you being
my light,
my flower, my heart,
my one and only
my crowned queen, a piece of art
so far apart and so forlorn
the night comes around
and i just went ‘round and ‘round in circles
and im bound to the same conclusion,
the end’s always the same
that i love you

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

problems so heavy
my pen breaks
my heart aches
day after day
headaches and migraines

dont follow the green
dont follow the snake
it'll eat you too
on its way back

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.

one mans hell
is another‘s heaven

a dead-end job or as a boss
doesn't matter
better than to
sit at home
thinking about
what to work on

i was thinking of myself as little
thats why im always taking small steps
thinking ill run fast

walk like a pawn
until the end
until you transform
yourself
or
walk like a pawn
and see yourself
already,
as the king or queen

failure or not
at least my grandchildren
will remember me
remember that i
tried

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.

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

sometimes old love,
never went away.

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

the red bricks destroy the green woods
leave them alone
do not interfere
if you do
do not ask why it despises us

decline the call,
delete the e-mail,
ignore the speech,
ignore the message,
focus
focus on yourself and yourself only

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

people mold their masks out of fear,
fear of rejection in certain groups of friends

be yourself or be someone else

one bullet
free from thoughts that pull it
please just let me sleep
paranoia that makes me weep
one cut, one rope, one bullet
all the things gone
that make me wanna do it

nowadays i keep the light on
my desk organized
my bed made
my floor clean
i see world through a different lens
summers have the sun up
even the fog see through
in the winter
i changed my way of living in
december

everything was already written
the book already finished
no hopes nor wishes
the road already paved
the way already walked
the clock keeps ticking and ticking
no beginning nor end
its already finished

sitting in the train
the mirror next to me
the drums kick in
feel like my world falls apart
shattered
staring in the mirror
my face covered in shards

the serpent eats its tail
in my backyard
it waits patiently to
scar my back
remove the snakes,
they'll come again
the circle of life
fight back in vain
don't mind them

Take your pills
Smoke your cigarette
Finish your drink
you have enough time
in your lifetime to die.

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

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

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

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

im afraid that one day
you wont say it back
show a lack of love
i prayed day after day
for you to stay
for you to say
the words back

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

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.

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

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

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

all it takes
is to watch out the window
any window
it’ll give you a frame
a frame to observe
observe out of it
and you will learn

‘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

can one fall in love through a picture?

thats the first thing i

asked after

i saw you

be careful
some friends and some siblings, some parents wear masks,
once seen without their disguise
you‘ll be betrayed
and sit at your desk
with that flask
once again

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.

everybody needs someone,
someday,
someone important to them
to talk about their
somewhat unimportant problems

thoughts and innovations trapped by steel bars of prejudices and doubts, will never be able to come out

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.

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