You, to me, are the Sunrise.
A ray of new life
A chance to change life.

You, to me, are the Sunset.
A streak of colorful hope
An anticipation for tomorrow.

You, to me, are the 24 hour prime.
A refreshing thought during the day,
A pleasing fall back at night.

and my heart was pounding
and the heart on the lyre played
and the heart did not forget
did not forget that day
that hour of the century

when the lightning in the sky was
when the darkness in the sky was
when the last star
in this world
telling stories
about the past and future

when death tore my eyes
when death was torn as granite
like granite hurried unknown
like gold gone
my young days


01.08.18

Your God wants you to suffer
Like a melting butter?

For the sake of the purity
Dark illusion of mankind
To be sorry for impurity...

Or if he gives you a chance to repent
Free to send more lies and oh yea pretend

" Thou commite more sins
thy priests are magic beans?"

O' ****** divinity of mankind greatest illusion
Why art thee giving them a worthless confusion

"I AM THE BEST" on thy mind
"Go guide the rest" like they're blind?

Dear believer you are such a fever
So Don't be my tutor

Do not change thyself for the sake of divinity
More to know, find thy essence of Humanity

There is a kind voice, coming out of the "trees"
Sending invitations, just don't use "handsfrees"

Talk to the stars and smell rain on the dust
Give toys to orphans and love them like you must
.

Today, I am falling.
I don’t know where I am going to land
Or how I started falling in the first place
But I can feel my heart smashing against the ground
Can feel rocks landing on my lungs
I think it was a landslide.
A storm of the false assumptions my brain makes
Forcing me off of my mountainous high
Some people say seasonal depression happens in the winter
I think mine occurs during the hotter times
When things stay still and dry
But that one rainstorm can cause an entire mountain to slide
Hands no longer moving on my school papers
No longer babbling to teachers who see me as one of the hundreds of faces
What do you do when you're only memorable cause of your tragic backstory?
How do I become something more than a tale of depression?
How do I stop falling?

Today, I realized that I can never seem to stop my fall
Try and grab on to the cliff or the rocks
But they all slide with me.
We fall down together
Fading under heaps of mud that ***** our visions of life
Becoming nothing more than another lost fossil.
Bones under so much pressure we become fuel for successful people.
Why can’t I be the successful person?

Today, I wondered if there’s even a point in trying to stop the fall
Every mountain I conquer collapses anyways.
Becomes heaps of rocks and rubble for colonists to make skyscrapers on
My methods of success are outdated
For even the biggest mountains have been conquered before
I am nothing more than an unidentifiable face
That will be lost to the world shortly after her demise
Only remembered for her tragic backstory and a too short life.
They say in your senior year you should feel on top of the world
But I have yet to climb to that overhyped sensation

Instead, I am falling.

eludes time slips away
as if a snake were like a piano
like stars outside the window
like lonely oak
time slips away from me

and what is time and what is a day
what does it mean to slip away
what does it mean a snake and piano
what does such a star mean
and what is true solitude

eludes time eludes
disappears disappears like a spider's thread
as its core as its web
As his house is abandoned and new
built in february onward

28.07.18

The day time comes with fine
Showing the birds singing
Calling themselves to work
Calling at people to get up
Calling their God for help
In founding water and food
The roses will open
Expose themselves to sun
The sun laughs with rays
To make the people active
Spread every good spread happiness
The moon waits its role
To show its ray
How it converts the dark
To be bright as the day

Cut into your day, for this cake is yours.
Don’t let it be eaten by endless chores.

Everything and everyone wants a piece.
If you sit and observe, you’ll see it decrease,

until it is gone. No more to be seen.
Haven’t you noticed? They licked it clean!

So hurry up! Go grab a knife.
Cut and eat, before it’s your life.

When you die, you’re the one who’ll be dead.
You’ll watch from your grave as everyone else gets fed.

They’ll glance at your tombstone, saying, ‘You had your lot',
and go on with their lives, leaving you thinking, 'What?'