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in a wooden old hut which
I'm already standing and sitting and reading
which day my lamp burns there
which day I sit and write
it is there looking out the window looking at the forest
looking at a tree looking at owls and deer

and playing the piano occasionally rarely
playing and playing and playing I look again
in the sun to the moon on the clouds that
have lain in all this and everything again and again
day after day not going anywhere nowhere
leaving I sit and sit in my chair in the hut

17.09.18
Anya 6h
When I write poetry
I write like I speak
Almost
Basically
My thoughts
Feelings
Emotions
As they come
But
When she writes
Each word
Each phrase
Each letter
Each sound
is carefully thought out
Meticulous
Perfect
Each, an essential part of the whole
The materpiece
So,
Is it something I will learn?
When I grow up?
Or,
Is it an innate difference between us?
and all the water lilies fell from all
parties and from all the islands to
they all disappeared long ago where they
all these water lilies have gone away for so many years
I lived among the swamp and nature so much
I wrote poetry there and went to
I kept looking at the moon with clouds and rains

disappeared the disappeared sea disappeared
people and disappeared myself I disappeared myself and I think
perhaps forever forever forever

16.09.18
and time passed and we are all to
the disintegration was more precisely
we all came to him on his
we already die more precisely than we already
we died already there was no life
as well as there were not all her those words

there was love and time went and the snow was
and oh how I rejoiced over him like me
was happy with the snow and his rain
and from his sadness I was not in sorrow ever
but since I was once the past was mean I was
always in sorrow always dying always knew everything

time passed and the decay came he was all
closer and closer closer and closer he was so close
so near he stood next to me so close
more precisely he was already me I was a breakup everything was
disintegration we never lived we never breathed
we never existed we always died died

15.09.18
o i so often feel fear
and I'm inspired that
thus I do not have a living
me nowhere on the body and in the shower
that by the same token I'm not alive and not at all
that I do not feel life in myself
just enslavement of emptiness
only black and at the same time
bright white only death

so often so often I feel something
all the time feeling feelings
they do not have a huge end
a thread that never stops
I do not know what will stop him
Is the birth of death what is one thing
does death in general exist on earth
but still it was never in the world
was only the light in the world from which
we will never and never never leave

14.09.18
Nothing is sweeter,
nothing makes me happier,
nothing makes me more forever-bound,
than loving her.
Her touch,
an ointment
for my wounds.
She waits,
For the glaring eyes to look away,
For the sneering mouths to fade away,
For her woeful breath to pass by,
To end it all with a sigh.

She waits for the malicious day to end.
“Oh when will this atrocity stop?”
“Imbecile!”he roars,
“You’re meant to be cut,meant to be sore,you were never made to soar!”
She lowered her gaze and waited some more.

She waits,
For the lullaby to be sung,
For the story to be done,
For the child to slip-
Slip into the soothing hands of oblivion.

She lies,face still,motionless
As she falls into the pitless nothing that awaits her.
She screams,she shouts,she wails,she howls.
And then,she waits some more.

Alas!A light tears through the dark
Ascending ray by ray!
And with hands of Thanos lifts her up
The mighty chariot awaiting
And rode her away.
Did she wait any longer?
Nay!
She gleefully smiled that day.
SHE
She is simple yet
the complications in her simple words have so much depth that I always get lost in them.

She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen yet
so down to earth that makes her even more beautiful.

She is carefree and yet
so caring that whenever I'm around her, my wounds and sufferrings heal faster.

She is a human and yet
so supernatural that even from miles away she can change my mood in a flick of a second.

She always bears a smile on her face and yet
so transparent that I can see the grief underneath that smile.

She is far away from sorcery and yet
such a good mind reader that she always reads all my thoughts and give me the reply even before I could say anything.

She loves to sleep a lot and yet
to talk to me, she forgets about her sleep and we spend the whole night talking.

She is so strong and yet
so fragile that if I would touch her she would melt in my arms, giving herself away.

Who is she?

She is the one I've been waiting for years.

She is the woman I love.
She is the one for whom I waited a long time.. A girl like her needed to be loved unconditionally and that's what I'm doing
B Elizabeth G Feb 26
I set fire to my panties today.
Right there in my yard
For all of nature to see.
The pair I wore the night you tried to take advantage of me.
You were unsuccessful
And yet somehow I still feel a piece of me is gone;
Like I've lost control of my own body.
Maybe it's confusing because I thought I wanted to;
I thought you'd be sweet and gentle and respectful.
I was wrong...
So wrong.
You were pushy and persistent.
You don't know the word no.
I feel disgusting.
I set fire to my panties today.
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