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Moon of rage, of desire, and silence; / and moon of fear, / how many words the night can bear? / it is said to be wise and known, / the stand in your still frame; / but is the picture you take with lights of starless glow- also sane? / no...

Identity everyday, or even while traveling, unmistakably always the feeling, with him I want to dine as much as possible, feel comfortable even in the crowd. Beggar's skirt and evening gowns, I will surely find him out, sun, fog, storms...

The Day in December / Committed poem about pain by knud_knudsen / The day in December The day breaks that I curse so much / , in misty haze I wander as if out of my mind, / I still saw her in blooming white linen, / full of pain I end the...

I was just answering a call, / dreaming, i had eaten up the receiver; / but i just remembered me as believer- / and even one eye was frequently blinking, / the third was a crack of lightnining and illuminating; / slowly sinking / -into...

The hanging gardens are long gone. / You show me grey streets / and I find myself again / You have the memory of wine-fuelled evenings / the intention to reach the summits / to start everything anew this time / memories of the time when you drank...

My only angel went on a trip / And flew into the sky / I missed him; I was thrown on the ground / And my angel stayed away / He's a lonely traveller / Doesn't know what time means / So he forgot me on earth / The weightlessness...

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A long time ago, in a country that is no more, there were two rivers called Lilium and Iblis. / The river of Lilium stretched far and wide from the remote countries of the east to the center of the continent. In its depth, different creatures...

Stranded in the wilderness between two towns, / the unfortunate victim of circumstances, the unpredictable, / you wander through the fainting twilight of dusk. / Glimpses of light and shimmer, eyes that lurk in the underwood, / they will not...

Who are you, pure soul, for you do not dread / the undying flame, the eternal threat / to all that is living, to your soul and mine, / that consumes all light,but itself does not shine? / How can you touch it without remorse, / how do you resist...

The noises drowning every thought, / the melodies of favorite songs, / the voices in my head I fought: / A million things are going on. / From tales that hide eternal meaning / to passions I must keep at bay, / to throwing light on how I'm...

Fair Maiden ye, hearken these words. / Bethink thyself of them in dire straits. / Call me the larcener who longs for thy heed, / for a slice of thy heart with passion and greed. / Thy fiery mane glowing as cinder, / And ivory skin alike eternal...

Messed dancing importance / and kisses / trending thieves / with long brushes / standing in front of walls with no color. / Defecation. Chair dancing. Chair sofa. / one of the thieves sits down on a sleeping chair. / The meaning had been lost /...

cold beer / just tagalog around me / that's all / p.s. Grüße von den Philippinen. Hier hält der Sommer, was er verspricht! / Mir graut schon vor der Heimkehr. /

Now remastered / I'm 0 PEN / 0 K / I'm the 1 / And A 1 ONE / Come 2 gether / And don't 4 get her / So I cre 8 ed / This sweet little / 16 /

light is one / the shadows are many / in chambers woe against / the harsh of walls / the open windows / sooth the hiding withering / melting greyness calls / out loud to touch its colors / and right there the grim of shadow / fights with...

Everything that goes to waste / especially what not belongs, / most is terribly misplaced. / But no one talks about the wrongs. / Someone else might treasure, / what the other throws away. / The mistake is not in measure, / guilt comes...

We're porcelain puppets posing pretty / full of pain and full of pitty / we're porcelain puppets, pretend persons, / your pure, perennial, perfected versions. / Clandestine dreamers on a shelf / observing you through night and day....

I need to find a way / to say / I / don't / care / without sounding like a dick / or an asshole / (I really don't want to sound like an asshole) / why is it even considered rude / please fix your own problems / please...

Rebel grip your stylus tight / Don't throw away / People is it hard to leave / What makes you stay? / Go take your healing ink / Sign lifes away / Then take your sharpest pen / Tombstones engrave / Do engrave / Rebel grips the stylus tight /...

Shakespeare did not write that one! / I told myself: My friend, you are too lazy! / The sun is shining and the rain long gone. / The early mornings, bright and rarely hazy, / Do signal: Boy, the winter times are done! / You should get out and do...

And they told her / never to give up / her dreams. / And so they / made her dance / to the rhythm / of the eternal / unfulfilled longing. / Believe me darling / it's a lie / when they tell / that the first cut / is the deepest. /

Fails are valuable / that‘s what we think - so far / just few who sail to India / discover Mid-America / [Irrtümer haben ihren Wert / jedoch nur hier und da / nicht jeder, der nach Indien fährt / entdeckt Amerika] /

Like waves of an ocean / Life sweeps back to all the grief and the worry / We don't believe in Heaven / For Hell seems much too real / We don't deserve to be broken /

she doesn't smoke / any more / she cooks in a wok / she used to smoke / she's cool in woke / sometimes she takes a walk / but she doesn't walk the walk / don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk / but she...

Watch out! / Went up to the temple to pray / Two men, Pharisee, also publican / The Pharisee stood by himself and say: / GOD, I thank you that I am not like this man / I am not such an extortioner / Neither an unjust nor an adulterer / I always...

Sometimes / I just want to disappear. / Vanish into air and pretend / that I've never been here. / Look at all the people / forgetting I exist. / Just another name / that's been crossed off the list. /

Boot process / LIFE On Earth / LITE With less calories / LATE Three days later / DATE There is a deadline / DATA The number of a man / DATE Resurrection of the dead / LATE Of the last day / LITE But no light / LIVE On Air /

Live / Together / To gather / Together! /

I have come to the conclusion that December is the worst month of the year. / From personal catastrophes to medical emergencies, everything just becomes so much more complicated with too many holidays close to each other. It appears that the...

Here is an old man looking for some luck… / in moonlit night… / …what for mystery behind the window from my bed! /

I have no idea, my feeling tells me that I should simply compensate for the need to beat everyone up with songs, rhymes - wait until everyone shuts up of their own accord, at the latest at bedtime. /

Yesterday I went to the revival in the disco where my parents met for the first time. / It's terribly pathetic to say that I said goodbye to them there. My father, who died a long time ago. And my mother, whom I remember very differently. /...

In recent years I've had these anchors: relationships that didn't mean much to me... Nice body, nice face, but eventually... Good education, work, but... Yes, the bottom line is extremely little to no feeling. I admit it: everything was...

(unvollständig) / ...me when everything is always pleasant: the weather, for example. / When there is nothing to fight, then...the truth is a special kind of declaration of war. / I've written quite a bit over the last few years and...

Just his mind was clear / as he thought that this world was nothing more than just a play of lights and shadows. / And life / dwarfed to insignificance in the endless corridor of angles / was yielded by mirrors that reflected each other. /

Sometimes it's something like the light, the angle. / And much more often and actually always it is the conviction with which we do, look at, feel something. / The natural sciences help us with this. / Because through them, for example, we...

I went to that / event / and I spent / for you honey / all my money / to the sad end. / Stillleben mit Blüte /

If I had the power to clear / up your bowel / I’d used a thick towel / I’d take my heart like cover / would love you / I would love / from the bottom of my heart / those bowels of you / joined by dowels / to the remaining part /...

Since we saw us the second time, / I wanted to call you mine, / You made me feel aprecciated, / There's nothing left to surrogate it! / I fell for you, when I was gazing, / Your lips were casting spells on me, / No concentration, I was...

My love began with you, / But it really starts with us, / In our eyes the steady truth, / In our words all of our trust. / The sensual drive has awaken, / We didn't think it would! / Turns out if someone's just taking, / We would close...

Once upon a time / Skizze zum englischen Versuch. / Once upon a time, being allowed to drive a car, even professionally, could have been my job. / Daily I used to drive my car / I felt like a tsar / suddenly I got a stroke / brain stroke...

A butterfly / His Wings are broken / He can still fly / It Hurts / It is hart / But He needs to fly to survive / He hates His Wings / But He keeps flying /

Dust becomes dust / while dreams turn into rust. / You can walk back the path / You can always return to the past / but no one is there any more. /

„I don / ´t care, what you call yourself these days. You / ´re a human being. All human beings are different from one another and you are not more different than others. / You / ´re different, of course, but there is no one, not a single...

Two loving monster. / They dance with each other. / They look happy. / How cute. / Lets tell them how disgusting they are. / I hope they cry. / I hope they get sad. / Lets tell them how ugly they are. / I hope they hate themself. / I...

There is so much beyond our reality / and I want to see it all / like the tip of a painters brush / is only able to cover the surface / sprinkling it with all colours and shapes / but never more / it would take a knife / to go further /...

Cruel is what I hear myself say. / Because it's completely meaningless. / This permanent acting is unspeakably exhausting. / There are no real actors. / Because that would presuppose that anything is real at all. / And it's not. /...

It could be so beautiful. / It could have been so beautiful long ago. / But what you read are mostly just the headlines. / And often you only listen to those with the loud laughter. / I could now say: That is wrong. / Because that's too...

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