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Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
I have created the most beautiful monster
feeding on my heart.

A pale ghost of shadows
whispering my name.
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
I feel a sudden increase of physical pain,
like the sharp dagger stabbed swiftly deep in my stomach
swirling and stirring
every time I remember that you exist,
and breathe
under this blue sky
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
I am so afraid of not knowing how to explain this loving, gentle madness I feel for you,
that I choose to stay silent, invisible,
nothing to you, forever.
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
A poem begins as a silent beat in the throat,

Like garments of knots splices you shed in the dark

Embroidering them with the metallic thread.

My pulse is a winding staircase of blood clots

Choking in my own crimson mark.

This dusk will cover the moonlight in red.

It’s written in the stars and stains

The line that never ends…

I will run where the furious winds take me,

I will follow where where ever your heart needs me.
Tanzdreamer Jun 2015
A long, revived gaze trough little, tiny diorama.

I don’t remember the last time I saw such a glowing sky, crimson and mesmerizing above the roofs.

It must have been aeons ago.

A quite pleasant and the painful cleft that is increasingly spreading in the mind…

It is a long forgotten, abandoned and worn feeling. The marvelous sense of penetrating into my heart like the tide.

If only I could merge with the ground and dirt,

this ground flooded with dusk and covered with long shadows.

If only I could disappear.

Into the rivers and winds.

— The End —