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

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

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

sloppy wrist
snotty nose
teary eyes

i laid there
and realized
i gotta let go

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

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

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

dilated pupils
so big they cover the mirror
it shattered to pieces
i grab it
my hand bleeds
i feel it
i dont know what i feel
i dont know what i look like
leaning against the wall
i feel the world
some call it life
when that feeling stops
i know that i am not

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

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

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

life is like a labyrinth
explore it all the way even
if you know where the exit is

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

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

and you will know
when the
clouds move quick
and the colors
of dark and light mash
and noise turns into silence
when the world seems balanced
perfectly even,
then you will know
that nothing is going to be

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

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

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.

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.

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

a man is only then himself, when he doesnt give a ****

wake up, look in the mirror,
this is you, if you dont like it,
change it

The mirror can make you forget yourself

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

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

be yourself or be someone else

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

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

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

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

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 seems limited if not used well

i wouldn‘t have thought
i‘d think this about you
but I wanna just
skip this part
win the start
maybe not
feel the spark
I wanna get closer
but I‘m too close to you
can I maybe, feel more warmth?
honestly
somewhere between trust and honesty
I don‘t wanna get closed off
shut down
feel the cold

sometimes old love,
never went away.

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

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

my life’s a painting
not yet finished
but the outcome is clear
dark tones mixed with light ones
the light triumphs the dark
so it seems
a glimmer of hope
eaten alive from the overwhelming darkness that may be called life
the light gives hope
which is then demolished immediately
thinking it won the fight
but the war goes on
the more paint used
the darker it gets
only the painter and i
understand the meaning of it

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

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

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

can one fall in love through a picture?

thats the first thing i

asked after

i saw you

burst into flames, step into it
be the flame
and burn the whole world down

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

lost the urge to talk to people and became happier

even the happiest songs cant make the rain go away

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

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

i‘m overcome with doubt
my brain numb, i‘m about to finish it
can‘t go a second without wishing it
sought out suffering, can‘t keep it off me
feel the earths pressure on me
about to crumble but i keep on