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rae Feb 1
hello,
hello,
her fingers are shrouded in my hair
spilling memories from lips cold of morning coffee
her eyes are made of it
i take them as i cup her cheek
and brush away her past with a gentle touch

hello,
hello,
day by day we meet
and i watch her soul crown her in frost
she’s beautiful
light flows out of her as she turns
i reach for her hand and leave

hello,
hello,
time and time again
ice numbs where the needles drove past her skin
weaving her veins in gold
and still she stands
an anchor in the blizzard

hello,
hello,
she’s still
waiting for me
but i no longer
wish to come
please leave her be

hello,
hello,
i can’t help it
they’ve bound us so
and so i take her hand
a final kiss
and
close
her
eyes.

hello,
hello,
hello.
Maria Jan 30
Sorry, but you have to stay.
I don’t let you go. You hear?
We both have some things to do.
I won’t get through them alone. I fear.

Maybe you like quite another.
A cushy life without any jerks.
But tell me, please, at least for the last time,
What should I do with my love in fact?

My love is mite, but it’s so forceful!
Touch it slightly, it’ll burn you at once.
Leave it answerless, it will be prickly,
Tameless and cruel. It’ll die to us.

My love isn’t pampered, but it’s with pretense
For languishing gaze and beautiful phrase.
You tamed it firmly, you made it subject.
You didn’t wean it. Just put it in maze.

Sorry, but you have to stay.
I’m still in love with you as yet.
I’ll cope with my life on my own totally.
But the fate of my love without you will be sad.
Heidi Franke Jan 29
How sorry I am
That's the title of the
Book I will write.
If I say,
I may write,
Where does my sorry go?
My son unintentionally caused the death of another man. There were and are so many victims. Four years on I remain bewildered it even happened. If you knew the story you too would be dizzy. If any of those involved had altered anything they did by just 10 seconds there would be no story to write. We are all so fragile. Don't let vengeance in.
Of all the people
That fate stole away
You're the one I'll
Miss the most...
I wish you have a beautiful life!
Syafie R Jan 26
You spoke love, red.
Made my face turn red.
But what’s with the
love for absinthe, red?
Made your face turn red.
Turn the TV off,
Cincinnati lost again, red.
Put the knife down,
before it turns red.
Maybe I should shut my mouth—
now it flows red.
Tragic.
A sound I can’t hear,
a moment I can’t see,
blue,
and then red.
Maria Jan 22
I’ve had enough
I’ve almost broken.
I’m not in pain,
But peace is gone.
I won’t believe
So blind and thoughtless
Forget all hurts
I’ll close my door.

I’ve clear today
The love is dangerous.
You’re banned from love
Mindless and fool.
It is taboo
To give so stupidly,
To agonize
And to betray your soul.

It is taboo
To love in spite of
Your mind, your fear
Against yourself.
You must remember
Don’t forget that
You’re the one!
Don’t give a ****!

I’ve had enough
No faith, no love at all.
I’m not in pain,
But calm and emptiness in whole.
Maria Jan 20
You are me, and a little bit more!
Voices are similar, skin color’s the same.
Eyes are like coffee, a real strong pair.
Whether it’s heaven’s favour or maybe the pain.

Our gait has the common habit.
We walk dancing measured thus,
Drawing the life’s rhythm firmly and surely.
This bit is known for two of us.

If you are the King, I am the Queen.
If you are right, I am left.
There’s no other playbook for us.
This is our unique fate.

I’m you, and a little bit more!
There’s no chance to fix it at all.
Thoughts and footsteps are lookalike.
I am equal to you once and for all.
Lit tunnels and less lit tunnels
Where is the light at the end?

I want the warmth of the train's headlights
And I want the conductor to feel bad
When his breaks don't work in time

Inescapable Death Upon Impact
You can try and lift both feet off the tracks
Hurl your torch into the groaning abyss
Pry the railway from the ground

Alas

What goes up
Must come down
Every flame that flares in
Must fade out
Tonight I'm remembering and mourning the loss of the great visionary Mr. David Lynch. I sometimes think I've come to accept death as a fact of life and therefore defeated grief, but Mr. Lynch is on that list of people who have it in them to remind me otherwise. It's felt a little like a part of my soul is missing, since his passing. One day (probably fairly soon) that feeling will also meet its end, maybe.
Maria Jan 19
I tripped up you as time wore on.
I foundered on your lying piety.
I came with you forgetting all.
I came to you against legality.

I trusted you inspite your silence.
I put behind all that I had.
Your stingy speech and thick-skinned temper
Were my salvation and no bet!

My world centered on you in whole.
It’s like I fell out of life.
I had no reason to go there
Where you were not with all your lies.

And what is now? I’m here again.
And there’s no peace around at all.
I stand here naked with damaged fate
And try to meet my shame to all.
Maria Jan 18
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
What’s happened to her?
Did it break a wing?
The bird flew,
The bird was tired,
The bird fall.
Bad luck is the thing.
No bread crumb,
No clear sky…
It’s all gone for her.
Such is the fate.
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
The bird is gone.
That is the end.
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