i climb the ladder up
in the cold
no gloves but my hands
still aint froze
every day one step
till the final end
to the west
where the sun descends

id rather .... myself
than pass on
some of these thoughts
lingering in my head
but... never mind the killing part
ill just say whats ripping apart
my brain
all my friends may be fake
no similar interests
no same views and perspectives
no inspirations collected
but thats to be expected
nowadays, where man views itself
as an ant
every single bit of hope rejected and neglected by the world
until the bitter end
no confidence, so nothing to
boost there
all the dreams and hopes
planted inside the ***
overshadowed by doubts and insecurities
no sunlight
be aware of life, don’t follow the snake
and it‘ll eat you too
on its way back
the circle of life

life's a building
one day,
it'll get demolished
or
you'll build it higher
and higher
and it'll stand forever

your only obstacle is yourself

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

the bulb fell apart
the light went out
the idea is gone
the dreams torn apart
your life long goals
crushed in mere seconds

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

doesn't matter
if you got the mask on
even hermits could see
your true intentions through these
holes

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

it's your time to shine
this probably won't send shivers
down your spine but
i hope,
i hope,
it'll make you think twice
about life

the cities are ugly
balanced and symmetric design does not
fit into this world
its unnatural
only divides us more from the
pure

the wolf shouldn't be alone,
it's weak alone
but even weaker
within a pack full of sheep

moment of clarity
some say
you‘ll see white or black
go deeper or get out

the only thing you‘ll really see
is white
looking above
of the hole

humanities fall
perpetually
surely
and constantly
loosing leaves
once the season
ending
and the anguish
settles in
we will grow

i dig my own path
no disturbance
if i want you here
ill tell you

the keys
hit me like a brick
a wake up call
and i get the jist
of it

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

should people think or just live their life?

drunk with doubts
self inflicted wounds
just you can heal them

goals are just pitstops
your goals to achieve
are above the clouds
ignore the clouds and go beyond
of the universe, don't stop at your goals

„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

why should you care
not even there
sometimes not aware

people looking at you
in your head
everyone else beneath you
no one will ever reach you

depression never ends
it grows with you
you have to grow faster
to defeat it

even the happiest songs cant make the rain go away

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

People love to talk and think about this,
for like...
5 Minutes.
It's really funny how one question
could
destroy your life.
There is no answer.
If you want to work, enjoy nature, have fun or start a family.
Then do that. There's no universal answer.

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

remove circles in your life
where you cannot be yourself,
if you can't be you
in them,
then you are not apart of them.
not you
but someone else

you can forget emotions
its the best feeling
discovering these
after a long time of
not feeling anything

stuck in-between not caring at all and caring for the wrong things

Im the pinnacle of arrogance before success.

my mood shifts, drifts till im worn out
my brain about to check out
in vain, i write to find balance
true pain, can you feel it?

for the longest
my only friend been my brain
and it promised
not to gossip
but now the news have been passed on
sitting in solace
i know its alright
because i ***** all these thoughts around
no one but me and him
will hear them though
because i closed the gates
voluntarily
ignorance is bliss
i placed the bars myself
wouldn't let anyone near me
but the hate still palpable

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

my day starts with you
either by my side
or in my head
either way
we connect
either through our phones
or in your bed

but
this has ended now
the pain was too deep
to still go down this route
a way paved with pain and doubts

my eyes
underlined black
you'll see the importance of them
and you'll never look back
they‘ll tell you a story
a story you will never forget

Be grateful towards those who save you from death

you can feel it coming sometimes
the other part of life
the sad one
the anxious one
sometimes when you are alone
there is no happiness
only nervousness
maybe thats the real part or
just a phase

do what you want
opinions, won't be there after
you are dead

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 good words get quiet
in front of the bad ones

Time seems limited if not used well

i need to be alone
bits and pieces of my soul
forlorn
need to regroup and reform
burn everything and built from ashes
rise like the phoenix
the light flashes
the darkness gone for a while