here's my poem it's sad but true
it's about a girl that i once knew
she took my heart and ran away
her name is runaway girl she
refused to stay her lips made me...




speechless.

after she had left me
i turned into a bird without wings
i had turned into a bird that
wasn't able to fly.

so i'm asking you nina
so i'm asking you poetess
in front of all people on hello poetry
in front of readers and poets:

why did you abandon me after we had shared our most intimitate memories in a...

****! i can't write anymore;
but i gotz to my fingers shivering they gotta note down what's in my mind and in my soul you know.

think about the small purple casket that enclosed our memories.

we buried this casket under the pines, dem trees close to old jim's ranch.
old jim who was abused as a child and to whom we related to.

the very soil of our land has been drying out; flowers, plants and trees are dying, cause you are not here.

we put our memories into the casket, you know?

i hope you don't know. for sure.
i hope you feel me instead of thinking about me. feel me.

you told me once that your biggest enemy was your mind; that you want to feel instead of anticipating; and that your darkest secret might **** you one day.

and then another day came, a certain day, when you finally told me your secret.

i listened to you and your struggle became mine; i dashed away the sweaty hair from your forehead took you by the hand and brought you to our hiding place between the pines.

and there you showed me, wordlessly, that you loved me... your love was in your eyes, baby: the same look my daughter gives me once in a while.

we buried your secret, while a storm was raging and while the pines were bursting:
i had to protect you from exploding trunks.

we went home and made love like never before.

it was indescribable.
i can't tell you how i felt baby and don't have to cause we felt the same.

the next morning i woke up, turned around and smelled your scent in the pillows; the imprint of your face was still on them.

tiredly, i was looking at the disappearance of your silky face.

i became unhappy and lonesome, like never before in my life.

a man and i need you
my soul is still a boy
my body has a huge c...
and i give you this toy

on a staircase in frankfurt, german financial centre.

a habesha lady in company of two brothers; one of them, a rastafarian, is carrying a beautiful young girl in his arms.

the habesha lady grabs into the girl's ***** blonde hair, saying: "her hair looks so good."

by the sound of her voice, i sense clearly that she has been on strong drugs excessively.

what will be her fate?
and, more importantly, was this girl her daughter?