Nails are blue,
Skin is sore,
Hands are cuffed,
By the winter wind.

Cheeks blushing red,
Cold air whispering in ear
Dewy hair tucked in hood
Teeth chattering in monotony.

The last time I lived a happy winter
Is now living on a piece of paper.
I don't know why its so different,
Only skin feels the winter,
the mind is living elsewhere.

Half a decade later,
and it surfaces at last.

That coupled with the losing,
Was a partner just as crass.

I must not throw into the sea
what washes up to shore.

That fear that I won't feel again,
the way I felt before.

your name stems from a divine place, baby and when i'm calling you baby, i mean it. cause you're my baby.

and one day, you won't be anyones "my" anymore; but you will be my daughter until i...

this verse is about the delight in your cheeks when you're smiling.
this verse is about the way you are happy for being with me and
the way i am happy for being with you, eden.

and if someone insists that babies only cry and bother their parents: it's not like that. full stop.

you are the opposite of a full stop: a sunrise.

these verses are about how you talked to me today: you were looking at me and made sounds with your tongue.

these sounds do have a meaning for you, regardless that you are not reflecting on your talking like older kids, teenagers or adults do.

(as they sometimes do; does donald thinks about what he twitters all day long? who cares? i do. but that's another poem.)

eden, the sounds you make are meaningful to me. because you simply show me that you recognize me as your daddy. and that you want me to feel and remember that.

and my feelings for you: they are proof of our kinship. our blood.

nothing more to add, baby.
your daddy.

What is hatred
if not a feeling so strong it
rips apart the seams of love?

What is love
if not a feeling so strong
it can mend the broken pieces of a heart?

What am I
if not a girl with a dream
too large for her skull?

The last few days have been hard
Nothing different except my mood
I've pushed all away
No appetite, no sleep, no cares
No happiness, no joy, no love
Only an emptiness inside
That I try to fill in vain

Sorrowful stars look down upon my shaky smile
By yawning a hello is said
Looks like another night will pass
And I'm going to dream with my eyes open wide.

Behind a hill a raging storm
But down here is quite calm
Nothing to catch in the air
No mist, no inviting stares
Just loudness of the waves.

Resonating into the kitchen where a mother sits quietly
Drinking milk from a stained glass
Trying to forget about her younger days
She knows all there is will pass.

Resonating into another sleepless mind
That cannot find the key
Therefore just dies in chains
Ghost-like and not being able to see.

Resonating into the night
Further from this lonely canal
Further from my views and hills and dew
Further from this air
That brings nothing but the truth
Which is known for brutally killing the youth.

Soul escaped, dagger inserted
I’ve lost all conviction of bliss that was wishful
I’ve lost all nights of calm and stress less
Savior be my demons if I know the wounds heal
The fortune comes and the women taste me

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