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Nil P Sep 2010
How the wild flickering shadows are dancing a cold orange dance on my wall.
Lights are off, that way I can see better with my eyes closed.

I can smell the cold. I inhale it and welcome it into my body.
A hollow heart filled with love, it is flowing over and it eats my soul.

Whispering..NO screaming with my mouth shut tight.
Desire of burning it away, resisting harmful fire.

Do not stick your hand into the flame. Do not stick your hand into my burning heart.
For it will tear it apart, until there is nothing left.

All paint scratched away, screaching sounds of metal and ringing bells.
Can you hear the wind? It blows fierce upon these plains.

Those old stones, forgotten loves and missed chances.
A graveyard of dreams filled with wooden crosses for those unanswered cries.
Those old stones, forgotten loves and missed chances.
A graveyard of dreams filled with wooden crosses for those unanswered cries.
Nil P Nov 2010
The darkness falls in
How the wind blows through the trees
Raindrops in my eyes
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Nil P Nov 2010
Fat body sitting
He looks rather unhappy
Nervous feet tapping
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Nil P Jun 2010
Reflecting bright lights
As seen through ***** windows
Looking for a cure
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Nil P Jun 2010
standing by my side
a delerium or dream?
back into this world
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Nil P Jun 2010
tree bark on the walls
various unknown sources
black dogs whisper names
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Nil P Jun 2010
creating content
the hand that writes these lines now
filling empty space
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Nil P Jun 2010
thinking of the past
headphones and leather jackets
watch the trains go by
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Nil P Jun 2010
gently turning wheels
losing signals from above
a failed transmition
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Nil P Jun 2010
observatory
autobiographical
humiliation
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Nil P Jun 2010
smiles and bright sunlight
tender laughter far away
the smell of summer
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Nil P Jun 2010
red stains of lipstick
empty glasses left behind
shapeshifting beauty
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Nil P Jun 2010
broken lights and legs
rare spaceships in the gutter
strangers laugh and stare
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Nil P Jul 2010
It is such a mess
Sitting here in my window
Smiling at the sun
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Nil P Jul 2010
Chaos, confusion.
A pair of keys and a bed.
Intimate first night.
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Nil P Jul 2010
Trees and a tower.
Love it how the trains go by.
Peaceful afternoon.
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Nil P Jul 2010
How I like to write;
About life, love and my dreams
And about my past.
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Nil P Jun 2010
entrances unlocked
provoking infiltration
brandnew, ancient space
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Nil P Jun 2010
sometimes i wonder
about myself, myself
who am I today
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Nil P Jun 2010
into the soulscape
portals, ports, imported parts
aching, open wounds
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Nil P Jun 2010
sand and endless myst
smiling through a viewfinder
eating fries and fish
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Nil P Jun 2010
inhale and exhale
zen, the art of letting go
positive input
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Nil P Jun 2010
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gone, fourty minutes ago
allready miss you!
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Nil P Nov 2010
Need to disconnect
Burry my past somewhere safe
To let it go now
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Nil P Jul 2010
The sound of screeching train brakes.
Metal over metal, while those raindrops smash into the window
slowly falling down.
A pink sky burns away the streetlights on a road so desolate,
And no camera in my backpack.
Its the scent of standing on a roof and hearing how the wind whispers through that lonely tree that grows on top of it.
With a view far beyond the city limits.
The sweet taste of tiramisu ice cream and how she curls her lips.
Its that rusty soda can that hides for ages in the dirt.
And it takes ages to make food above a fire, yet a second to lose a friend.
Watching how the moon transforms.

Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.

Running through subway tunnels,
finding peace down under only to return back into my mess.
I remember how we used to walk those tracks for miles laughing/cursing life.
Smoking herbs on top of buildings, hearing gunshots in the streets.
Climbing walls, holes in my hands.
blood mixed with alcohol,  at times my only friends.
How that glass smashed through my arm leaving me with stitches and those days I lost my hope.
Those floors and beds in places we claimed to be our own.
He told me "keep on walking" and I wonder is he still alive?

Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.

That new years eve we left eachother cursing after a smashed bottle of *****.
We used to drop freestyles in the park and drink away the night.
It still hurts me that you died and left me here behind.
You put a mirror up in front of my face, and showed me my own end.
I learned alot from your mistakes and I hope you have your peace now.
You saw angels in the streets, and now I see them too.
At times not only angels, black demon dogs appearing from the myst.
Chasing us like crazy and when lost, they came again the next day.
Some things I cant explain.

Memories,  those moments we take with us on our path.

As I sit here now, broke, I look back upon my life.
Thankful for the madness and the lessons I have learned.
I wish for something different, yet some things do not depend on me.
No clear path to walk like usual, hope that this works out.
I will always have myself, my camera my memories and dreams.
The road, the tracks, the rusted soda cans. Harbours full with ships.
The rain, the moon, and those cities full with life.
One year left to freeze my time, crossroads without end.
And in the end, the laughter and the tears are always worth it.

Dreams, those moments that drag us through our past.
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Nil P Nov 2010
Those things that happen
We all carry stone within
A smile on my face
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Nil P Nov 2010
Suicide method
To jump out of a window
Im so ******* tired
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Nil P Nov 2010
Sitting out my time
Twenty five minutes to go
Inhale the freedom
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Nil P Nov 2010
In the waiting room
Feeling slightly angry now
Dont trust these people
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