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421 · Mar 2021
New To Me
Me and You Mar 2021
It's frightening so
so frightening to be
open and bare and the mask
fluttering in the
air beside me
a moment from
floating away
416 · Feb 2015
Pick that up
Me and You Feb 2015
Maybe i am schizophrenic
Maybe i am crazy
Maybe life is something i haven't realized yet
I am on pills
I am not normal

I am beaming at my best friend's wide eyed awe
I shiver of sweetness when my boyfriend grabs the last slice of pizza
I tremble at my niece's grinning face when she has told a lie

What are you?
In which planet do you suspect a hot beating heart?
In yours?
In mine?

Whose heart is whose
Is not the question -
By the way.
416 · Mar 2012
Message
Me and You Mar 2012
I am the body
of a poem
that stops

when you drop
the paper

I am not sound
when your lips
quit performing

when your fingertips
start to touch
my inky lips

then am I truly alive.
412 · Mar 2015
Katrina
Me and You Mar 2015
Head first
she jumps into the twister and
is twisted
head to toe-

who could have known that-
blown away as everybody is-
she needed someone's understanding words
and touch.

That much I know.
411 · Oct 2013
Family
Me and You Oct 2013
all i have
and all that has me
in its grip

escape?

get rid of them
and all that's haunting me
from childhood on

escape? a dream
my love

so live with it.
i hope it s true what people say, and writing helps.
410 · Oct 2013
Snap Shot
Me and You Oct 2013
Night
lights on

remember?

How can you?
So tenderly have I disguised my story
from your childish dreams
your shaking grip -
that I can breathe now

Why does the City never sleep?
Because it has no one to sleep with.
Me and You Feb 2012
If you step out, love,
We push you,
Push you off this cloud.

If you shout,
If you cry, love,

You must die.
407 · May 12
Point of Transit
Me and You May 12
The mirror
Reflecting
Not reflecting
Has become
Your very personal
Point of Transit

🌀
406 · Oct 2012
On Time
Me and You Oct 2012
If clocks slay time
what good is there,
I wonder,
for time to be slain?

In turning heads
in rising hands
in memory of only
a split image, of land that burns-

and all because
of this time-slaying,
blood-shedding mind of yours

and mine.
Me and You Jun 2015
I had popcorn with my
Flatmates and we
Kept singing to the
Old songs we all
Knew.

We drank the wine I
Got at the festival and -

Hell, did it feel good to be
At home.
404 · Mar 2015
This Is Real
Me and You Mar 2015
I had the strangest dream last night;
I dreamt of my whole family
and how, beneath the stars and in the peaceful dark-

they were all-

I can't say it!
It't so hard, I swear!

As I woke up the fright was so unbearable,
and what I saw so unimportant;

So now I hope, and hope, and hope
that, holding on to physical reality, it breaks not.

It takes not on a shape as in my dream.

You see?
403 · Jul 2019
Baby
Me and You Jul 2019
Silly,
don't you know that
women are not
creatures that you have to
teach
...and again, I feel like saying it. Tiring.
401 · Mar 2012
II - 12.9
Me and You Mar 2012
And my grace is sufficient for thee
so he said, and exploded
for my strenghth is made perfect
in what, I wondered
in weakness
*and the sound surrounded
my drowning lungs
as they plunged
in the beauty.
400 · May 2014
Needless to Say
Me and You May 2014
true poetry is of such nature
that every
single
letter
hurts

blood has to spill
from tongue
and lips

it grips you
by the nerves
hits
you
so
hard

that any other thing will  be
just something else.
Raise your glasses, my poetry friends.
Here's to infinite needlessness!
400 · Dec 2019
The Totality of Everything
Me and You Dec 2019
The totality of everything
Might give you peace
And freedom
After a period of time
And serious work

The totality of everything
Sometimes shows up
Comes out
Shines through for you
In the tiniest moment
And whispers:
Hang in there!
Not lost, but found.
You are with me.
398 · Mar 2022
Beginning of Sunlight
Me and You Mar 2022
I cannot see it
yet
and dare not
letting go
398 · May 2012
The Heart of Darkness
Me and You May 2012
In the middle is a little black spot,
An odd thing to look at
If you consider the fact that
What creeps from that place
Is what keeps me alive.

But it moves in a slow pace;
And more and more I fear
That what comes near
Comes from within.

The black mark has reshaped its edges
And matches the form of my face
In the mirror –
Only that – now –
The pounding has stopped.

The darkness
diffuses.
392 · Jul 2013
Night-time escape
Me and You Jul 2013
nothing to say
I sit
in the dark place with my back split
open.

But no time
believe me darling
and the wounds will heal.
No inernet at home, nothing in the kitchen, people I don t want to be with... and thus: this night time escape
Me and You Feb 2013
That which does not **** you
makes you only stronger-
feels like
I do not belong to those
who believe in strong words

for if it hurts so much
if it leaves
but an emptiness
a huge amount of
feeling the distance-

and if I had
almost been killed
if I am hovering in between strong words to cling to
and a stone cold path into the nothingness-

how does that make me stronger?
Me and You May 2014
In the middle there is a black stone
With white lines written on it:

This will give you a new name
And new hope.

And as the pretty sound of these words fades, i hear a new sound.

It is the bright laughter of two children in rhe rain -

And the light begins to shine infinitely
389 · Aug 2012
True story
Me and You Aug 2012
A sick feeling
reaches up
and crawls out of my throat
its feet still dangling in the middle of me

Pull it out I cant
for it is still tied to my skin

Forget about it
does not work either
for I do feel it with every step.
389 · Apr 2022
Boredom
Me and You Apr 2022
Nothing is an option anymore everything
dull as if
not yet in sunlight not in darkness everything
is not as it was and it was never as it is
now
you are
bored
and you can feel it
like thick air melting without
room
to go
you can smell it like you smelled roses before
you can
touch
it like you would touch silk or leather only that
this touch
is reminiscent of nothing that you need to dig deeper for
deeper
and this
boredom
blocks every attempt to do so
to dig
deeper
for feelings
Boredom sits at my bedside and stares at me.
Me and You May 2018
A whole lot of
feroucious stories
terrible happenings
far and close
to me

take
my
air.

A whole bunch of
things and creatures
I find beautiful
I love
I see fit to make it all worthwhile.

The balance, the balance

Please put
another scoop
on the bright side

Or tell me
about Yours.
Do you know that feeling? I feel a bit helpless, scared of growing up in this world, of accepting the terrible things and bad things and what people do and have done, always. I am scared. I love life, I love my friends, I love tiny things. But sometimes everything in my head thinks very fast, and then dark thing become too heavy or seem too close even though they don't even affect me personally. I love this community here, the possibility to connect, get to know each other's poetry and show my own very personal writes. It is supportive; and I wish I could trust a little more in our world and that everything will be alright. Even very good, maybe!
Love.
384 · Jul 2012
Today
Me and You Jul 2012
Run -
I will have to run for a while
and not think of all the things
at once.
In fact this is what I will do right now....
383 · Mar 2012
Jump
Me and You Mar 2012
I have learned that
   If things hurt most
  My eyes open widest

  If heart and head touch
        I stumble
        In as much as I would
        If I could

Tell you all that.
373 · Dec 2012
A Young Mind
Me and You Dec 2012
A dusty cloud forms
Behind a wagon
In the distance where the eye can’t reach-
And they teach me at school:

This is the land of the free
The land of the rebels
Where no one is left out
For if I would ever doubt
Their freedom-


And here they stop teaching
And start mumbling in voices
Not reaching my ear
Not touching my mind at all.

I go home, walk in a slow pace
Keeping up with the inner race
Unable to beat what is beating within me:

You have seen their faces;
If all men are equal then, why-
But to cry-
To cry like a baby is unworthy of you.


And so I shut myself up,
And I shut what is left
Of the racing mind
Up in the blind horizon-

So the dust cloud can come.
371 · Jul 2015
In Our Station of a Metro
Me and You Jul 2015
Trembling I see
those faces in the crowd
unlike some others - someone touches me -
unlike
some
others
I do like their traces melt with mine

I like their eyes and gazes meet with
hands that touch my only corners in my pockets where
their words could reach not

where no treachery could fool
my mother's, granny's, ancestreral ancestors' own tongues

Filled lungs so full with empty unsaid potentiality
for empty phrases

that I have stiched them in my pocket corners
instead of lurking between empty lines

So,
loving eyes and hands and faces
are more welcome
and more warmly are embracing
my own traces

my own traces.
370 · Jul 2019
Trust
Me and You Jul 2019
All foot prints
carry
light

all floors are
steady

If you find them

A spark glows brighter
if you let it
370 · Mar 2013
The Ceremony of Innocence
Me and You Mar 2013
Why are you shivering?
I just remembered-
something from your past?
No, yes - i dont know-
nothing that lasts
in any way.
How come your breath seems so repressed?
It does not-
-and your eyes narrowed?
And how come you keep asking me
all these things-
pierce my heart-
with that sharpened arrow?
I did not mean to-*
of course you did not-
that's like you
and you're whole lot
revisiting forbidden sites!

        Thus speaks one side of the two-colored face
                as the other speaks against it;
                          while the falcon keeps on turning,
                  unorientated, round and round

                                                                                      in the pale sunlight.
368 · Feb 2016
Caves of forgotten books
Me and You Feb 2016
No one ever set foot in
The cave of forgotten books

No one trusts in paper-filled
Sheds with icy floor

There is no nook and crany
Anymore
That you may want to wipe
The dust off.

There is more than one
Of those caves

And in my childrens' stories
I know how to guide you there

I know.
367 · Apr 2012
The Rite of Spring
Me and You Apr 2012
The stairs curl up
as I roll down my sleeves
and the way, the dsitance,
between the two ends
grows smaller,
and the look on my face
must have caused the ravens
to leave the darkness in here;
and I do not grieve
for they never belonged
to this house.

All work has been done,
and the traces of ink on the floor -
and of blood on my hands -
only helps joining the two ends
ending up with one.

Look what we've done,
I would say,
and let's get out, quick.
And the last ray of darkness
makes way for the light
as I slip
through the door.
366 · Dec 2014
10w plus one more
Me and You Dec 2014
One** word too much -
what a pity -
a poem as such...

(has absolutely not enough space for all the stuff it needs to fit in. I will never understand the ten-word-philosophical-powerbar-poetry. But: no offence!)
Sometimes I am like that. Sorry but structure for writing poetry is not my cup of tea.
Please shout if you feel the need.
ooo
364 · Feb 2016
Untitled
Me and You Feb 2016
Throwing up
My body gives me all
Lungs
                   Head
Filth
                Straw

in my veins-

And all comes up
In a vast whirlwind
Of freeing and fresh
Air

And soaks me fully
I am here.
362 · Feb 2022
The Inner Child
Me and You Feb 2022
You go inward trying to
listen
listen

but the child
does not speak to you
yet
I know you are there. Please talk to me.
362 · Jul 2014
Metamorphosis
Me and You Jul 2014
If fear be you,
Then I will flung my arms wide open
As to embrace the coming pain.

I raise my arms and hands
To catch the lightning strike
That reaches out and makes
No single warning sound.

I lift my gaze up to the clouds
And wish for rain,
And from your cold breath spills
Colder disdain.

If in my body warmth arises,
I will disguise each single sign
So that your ice caps will not melt;
Not now, nor at another time in space.

I will be jerking off in silence
Not to offend your violent glance;
Undress I will exclusively behind
The shadow in the darkest shady place.

I promise this, my love -
Excuse the word:

As long as we shall live
I will remain a solid ground
I will not give up hope;

I be there for your feet to treat on,
For eyes to pierce and burn my flesh;

I be your scapegoat
In good times and sorrow,
And I’ll be still here if
Tomorrow spears are thrown
At your cold face.

Remember this, though:

That you are nothing but my muse
Here to abuse for any purpose;
And that my work grows on your back -

If you excuse again my honesty -

And that, at last, your vicious icy soul belongs
To no one but to me,
Agreed or not.
...urgh - I am scared of my own writing!

Is that a problem???
357 · Apr 2021
Extra Kind
Me and You Apr 2021
So it seems you sit in your deepest wound
what to do, dear
what to do except
be extra kind to it
so that it
finally
may heal
I pray to Universe, It feels very painful.
355 · Mar 2021
Good To See
Me and You Mar 2021
Good to see you take it
with a laugh a smile a
teary eye from being so
connected
Good to see you are
relieved
Good
my dear
to see you hear the lightness
I love mankind for taking everything with humour.
355 · Jan 2016
ping pong
Me and You Jan 2016
an echo maker stands
at the shore
lifting up his hands

hands

gath'ring up his strength
and with

the full length of his arm

catches
fish.
352 · Nov 2014
It's Time
Me and You Nov 2014
Roll away your stone I'll roll away mine

My favourite line from a sweet song I liked
It points - I guess - to the unbreaking faith
two people have
and never lose - unless they lose themself

Why do we fear to hold and touch this faith
and keep it up?
Why do we race through life, and miss so many things
and lose our breath?

Sitting and writing, here, I'm slightly frightened -
I risk a lot these days, or maybe not enough

Rough tides have shaken me a lot

Fierce creatures have approached
and have been tough on me;

But yet -
Yet*
I continue to uncleverly walk on
with open arms

whatever comes and harms my flesh

This is a statement for something
that everyone should dare to seek
a deep, deep urge for truth
or faith, or any of these words

It hurts to see people I like dispair
because they fear the step

Please look at you
and feel that you may care
and that it's just your right to wish
for it -

Go wash your face
and comb your hair, my love:
It's time.
351 · Apr 2021
Tight Heart
Me and You Apr 2021
Clench clench clench
Kid
I begin to feel again
It is
An empty fear
349 · Oct 2014
A Land Once Had Been Wasted
Me and You Oct 2014
So I wear bleeding lilacs on my sleeves -
now what?

It was not me that shot the ghost
of fading hours.

And neither was it you who danced so much,
who lost the cup of violet flowers
and who then left.

So now -
now what?

I wonder;
We shall not fear the breaking ice,
the rumbling surface.

Maybe it's this that will suffice
to mend what had been broken?
Maybe we could just glue those ruins
and blow away the ashes from the ground,
as a token of our love
towards this earth.

Yes, now I know -
this should work out.

Away the cov'ring snow!
Thunder - Come, strike!
Crash open!

Now,
Let's go.
When people read this they should be reminded of something. But in fact I know they are not. And I know I am a poetry freak - so behold, kids... it is all okay.
349 · Oct 2013
Dawn
Me and You Oct 2013
As a shadow I might be
within your thought and see
the fragile constructs that are now
just so well hidden -

as a human I might lose
this very notion of your self
and thus abuse your trust
your life, your wealth of heart -

I am sorry now
but was not sorry from the start
where I should have seen that
if we drift any further -
and even further now apart -

world ends.

And begins anew
but with less colour,
with less beauty

for it is
without you.
348 · Dec 2015
Open
Me and You Dec 2015
Eigentlich gehört
        Der erste Gedanke,
Wenn ich aufstehe,

Immer dir.
346 · Jul 2014
Sunday morning
Me and You Jul 2014
Kids
I got a hurricane
Hurricane
In my heart

Never stops
Never stops

A million darts hit me
So deep
346 · Jun 2014
Steady
Me and You Jun 2014
I can't change my heart
Who can?

A warm, wrapped-up love soaks all
that is me -
To remain.
Nada es para siempre.

I can't believe it.
342 · Jan 2012
South
Me and You Jan 2012
Clinging to the golden needle
I pull and pull
As hard as I can.

But I cannot shift it -
It won’t move
A single bit.

So I get up
And turn my head
And look to the other North.
**a true story**
342 · Jul 2015
Conclusion
Me and You Jul 2015
Make up your mind

Before I make it up for you.

~ Florence and the Machine ~
           ♡
340 · Jun 2014
I Hate Poetry
Me and You Jun 2014
Sometimes I *******
Hate poetry
Wait -
No. Enemies don' be
Fooled
I am an addict
A freakin monster, ruled
By the same force
That rules the mind
Of all war masters

Disaster's coming fast
Into this land
So **** the world
And **** the
Hand
That writes this ****

For in the end
It is my fears that guide
Each tiny bit of thought
Each little note and piece
And fraught imagination.

It is not butterflies
That lead the way my dear:

It's chaos.

I
am
here.
Can someone please please giv me back my butterflies? !
337 · Jan 2015
Good Night
Me and You Jan 2015
Steam

rises.

Fuel is rare
              these days

But I'll find some
            on the way.

I'll find some.
336 · Nov 2015
Abraçada
Me and You Nov 2015
I wish
for the universe
to bring a breeze to lift your bed tonight

And softly carry you
To me.
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