#hideout
get under here, baby
get under the tree
where we both can be free
they can’t see us here
i’ll put up a tent
we can pretend we’re magellan
in here the moon can’t walk
and the sun can’t run
we can put up our own north star
we can sail real far
follow that green glow
it all will feel right
it will be alright
with you by my side
the sky doesn’t exist
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
After the sunset I hide
Nothing can hurt me there
No tears to be shed
No flesh to be torn
The castle shields me from the war
Prevents me from hurting
Even if just for a little while
The castle is what I love most
Kissing the dark of the sky
Dancing in the moonlight
Even if just for a little while
Making me look up from my scars
Getting me to dwell on the little piece of life left in me
In the castle, I am alive, I am home
Even if just for a little while
When the sun goes up
I have to return
To the hell I was born in
Getting beaten to filaments
All the hate flows back in me
Insulating me
Dragging me down deeper and deeper
Burning me to ash
In the dark heat I long
To the cherry nights under the stars
And in the dark paradise I prance
Under the bright glazing sun
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
You kept on dreaming on what we could've never been.
I was forced to live in your lewd fantasy,
but alas, I fell in love the moment you took me in.
Your love for me was pure insanity,
but I must say I had more than one doubt.
You invaded the seams of my white satin dress,
tearing it apart piece by piece, dragging it to your lustful hideout.
Who knew taking one's innocence would be such a mess?
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
There’s something about the heat.
The familiar sting on my skin that makes its way up,
Boiling heat that creeps through my veins and fills them up, up, up.
It heightens my senses,
It’s a breath of fresh air after almost being drowned.
The steam that clouds my vision to the point where I can’t remember a time when I didn’t live in a summer fog.
And I’ve never even liked the summer. The sun can go and **** itself for all I care.
What I like are saunas, gas lit stoves, fires, boiling water, matches, artificial heat, steaming showers, candles, body heat in a cold room.
Showers most of all, though.
So warm and wet that the mirror steams and your skin gleams.
Heat: it’s rising higher and meeting the burning tug halfway.
Redness surrounding my eyes, harsh against the plaster coloring of my cheeks.
A kind sort of fever, a comforting sort of fever.
A fullness that pools in all of the dips of my body: cascading warmth.
There’s something about the heat.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Isolated in a small mountain range
This is my hideout, my saving shore
This is where I grew up way before
Nothing here ever seems to change
Hills and valleys taking their turn
Meadows and creeks filling them out
A wonderful scenery there is no doubt
Laying in grass without concern
A small mountain range
Hidden inside the heart of Germany
A name most have never heard certainly
It's too little to be known, how strange
It's quite pretty here
A place where the air is still pure
Silence and nature, a stressed minds cure
A perfect place to disappear
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
I hide myself Beyond those crossing clouds Simply because it's my temporary domicile Over there ... I hide myself In a spider's web Simply because I feel it good for some time ... I hide myself Inside a shell Simply because I love to be there ... I hide myself Inside a grain of sand Simply because I feel better ... My house is merely now An ugly tent that smells nasty and I feel cold over there ... It's me located anywhere and everywhere like any piece of rock or a piece of stone ... It's me missing in this world's sufferings and pains ... Loss accompanies me and its shadow Prey on me ...
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC