"nich" poems
'warum?', fragt man sich,
'darum' gibt es nich'.
Die Lösung, die man sucht,
Das Problem, das es verbucht,
Die Hoffnung, die man nie verflucht.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
The sun falls faster and the colour of the leaves I'm drawn to,
No longer am I longing for that lawn dew.
Gotta fight the cold, feel I need to wrap up warm too
As the season turns it's something that I can't warm to.
I see the squirrel foraging within the leaves,
What lies for him fills me with jealousy,
Because once his work is done,
He gets to sleep and just like the sun
We won't see him for several weeks.
Theres something I, just can't put my finger on,
Theres something that burns within
Me which lingers on,
It's as black as the winter clouds
I stop, think and look around
Has anybody else been veiled with this shroud?
Of course, smiling faces, festivities are near,
I can't face it, wake me when Easter's here,
When the sun goes, so does my soul,
Burns me up like Nich's coal,
Winters drawn and I can't go on.
Maybe it's in my breed, when I start the freeze,
My body starts to cease so I need to sleep
Within the winter leaves,
Just wake me please in 28 weeks,
Jeez!
The pain in my chest, it's all too much,
Had since I was 12 and nothing has changed
Its strange, I go blue and slow,
Before we get the snow,
And when we get that very first light
My body start to excite.
Sun worshipper - no I'm not,
I'm guessing its my body clock
No matter how I try to fight it off,
Its a feeling, I just cannot stop,
On the other hand the feeling can't be topped.
Maybe I'm like the birds, the bears and the lot,
Work hard all season now need this winter break,
To reset my brain, to enable me to carry on,
Just ring me when spring has sprung.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
as i once told a woman nearest to me
whom i was part of for a cycle of 9 months...
nie wyprowadzaj mnie z równowagi jak inni...
osiem lat słucham i wszystko co słysze to gówno...
wilk i lis ze mnie nie ulotni się bym nawet nie mówił jak jeden
z nich, dziki i wsciekły... moje słowa bedą jak kły!
(wiele partii czy tam głosów... prawdziwa demokracja)
przepraszam... nie raczej nie... SORRY (typowo angielskie
podejście na wszystko, dwu twarzowiec^) że twój ojciec
sporzywał alkohol na imprezach... dla mnie alcohol to sedatywa.
^chociaż irlandczyk natyle głupi aby być dosłowny
i tępy jak kamień (na nim wszystko można
zaostrzyć - wkluczono wzrok, zgubione
okulary na czole wciąż) nawet w substancji kundla;
a to za gitare "maciupki" janie.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Kousek nebe spadnul ti do cesty
A pokud pro nic jiného,
Tak jen proto si jej važ,
Že ze skromnosti se nelze vypsat
Pokud jste znaveni čtením o cizích životech
Vyčtěte z nich ten váš.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
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Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
it’s all static if I can’t hear you.
all the same volume, meaningless
I am looking all over to grasp you,
— tell the others I found you
my only-ever prayer
to you, I love
forever.
(amen)
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC