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

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

the heart beats temporary
people must realize this as ordinary
their time limited
why choose to be a foe to the world
if you can think rationally

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

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

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

‘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

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

live life to the fullest
don’t lay there
strangled by the voices
in your head
unconscious
doing nothing against it

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

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

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.

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

should people think or just live their life?

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

drunk with doubts
self inflicted wounds
just you can heal them

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

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

the depressing colors
of everyday life
are more present
than the happy ones
but they shine brighter with the sun
theres always a window or a door out
but
even the weakest light beats the darkest tone

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

only if the door of the mind is open
you can change the inside

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

we all get put in a box at birth
how do you except to grow,
if you never crawl out of it?

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

one does not need intelligence to be loving and compassionate

intelligence and knowledge are not every- and anything in this world

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.

humans will always find a way to make their problems seem bigger than they actually are

people hate things they couldnt have

life is like war. if you fear it before you live it, you‘ve already lost

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

people love to think about the end of things;
end of the month
end of the week
end of the day

but never will they think about the end of their life and only sit and wait like fools til the day comes.

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

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.

who am i?
i don‘t even know myself
alone with my demons
how should they even know?
nobody is knocking on the door
there are worse things
than being alone
though the feeling
is known

the past
is like wind
blowing towards you
one is stronger than air

when the time
of the tornado
comes
you have to dodge it
or it will vaporize you

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

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

„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

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

your only obstacle is yourself