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lara Apr 2015
If it wasn't for the words that build up my poetry
My mouth
I'd cut it off with my mothers kitchen knife
Hang it upon the wall like a master piece of art
Blood has never harmed anybody
My eyes picked out with toothpicks
An old man in a suit will eat them like olives in a glass
My hands
I honor them to lead the pen to the finish line
Those I will keep
lara Apr 2015
A quality of ignorance,
self-deception may be
necessary to the poet’s
survival.
Jim Morrison
lara Apr 2015
All my people
All my adventure
All my passion
All my free love
I have found in only one
Only you I would give the world improved
Ready to roll into the black hole

I pull my eyes to the left
They see snow on dead ground
Naked trees high on anorexia
Pieces of blue are trying to paint idyllic
But I’m not here
I’m with you at the hallways with the sun knocking at the door, even at  night.
In front we have the past as well as the present
Couldn’t be more majestic
I’m not here.

Those days and nights put into a spinning wheel , moving on us.
And no time to shower
The bluest lake full of past, eyelashes of gods and tears of monsters
My mind was not set
No connections of past
Absolute state of endless freedom
Absolutely lost

Light my cigarette honey
Give me time to grab the pen
Give me time to lose a sense of self
Give me the chance to ride in speed of light
Let’s meet on the other side
I get what I wish for – it pours over my skin like burning ice
All the time more than I can take
Let me rest at the train station tonight.
Strange strangers you will get to meet
Torn apart by pain
Thinking to find answers in their own mirrors
In others shadows
Creatures of darkness

He lit another cigarette for me
It was cold, dark outside
The dragon provided me with fire
Exhausted from spoken words and told stories
I wanted to go home
If I only knew where it was.
lara Mar 2015
Trying to lose all perspectives
I used to know
Let define me
Only seeing with eyes and skin
With love - not with the I
What a blessing to reach the end
A point of no end of feeling, tears, laughter
Yes - even thoughts and words
But inspired by the void
(My favorite word of all the time)
lara Mar 2015
My dear friend
Let me tell you how the clocks melt everytime nobody's watchin'
Don't you bother in getting another one.

So lets have this line together and tell me your life
We still have time tomorrow
I just don't know where we'll wake up
Hope your mom doesn't worry

Yes - by your side I want to celebrate that you are mine.
#infinte #friendship
lara Mar 2015
The diamond on my chest
   Nobody will question

Asked myself where crossing borders takes them, took them

If it is the void, it must be this heaven everybody claims to go
But only a few make it
   To let go off the ego, infinite colors - shapes - voices - beings
Will spend the infinite with you, I hope, I guess

Only a few make it, I guess - I want to believe
  
   May I be part of it?

You know I am asking you - you are the Everywhere, the All the Time

One day you will show me how time will be deleted from the vocabulary.
lara Mar 2015
More than sounds and ocean waves
You are able to embrace my existence
Just as yourself being inbetween the void and supernovas
Bet you feel lonelier than a fourteen year old girl forced to turn into a woman

Instead of bringing us company
I dedicate these words to you, untouched, unknown
Only ****** who is allowed to judge and laugh about what Moon sees

Tonight we will share a bottle of wine and any music appealing to your craters
Agree
Accept
La Salud
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