Remember that time of evil thunders – The sky turned into a dark heaven, But love worked hundred wonders. You know, there’s more than seven. When the clouds opened to rinse Our black souls and dirty minds, Water was not enough to convince Us of the duty that binds. Instead we just rained down In … More When We Rained Down
The light of your cigarette Glows like a burning star; The lawn is getting wet, Our minds dream high and far. My hair is a thousand birds Flying southward down my spine, And when you say those words Your lips taste like red wine.
Only one small poem To make everything right; It’s not to show them Any burden is light, Rather a sudden wish To deny I’m foolish. I may lack the will To close a chapter, I linger on. Still. Describe you thereafter, Count words like moments, Imagine your comments. I may badly miss Your candid direct … More One Poem
I take reality and turn it into fantasy To get that dreamy boost and some fancy With a surge of heightened emotion Like an inspirational toxic potion
Blooming lilac! Out of breath… Why so soon, you fool! Storms will bring you death, The wind is too cool. Five-petal lucky charms Won’t make you immortal; Blossoms in your arms – The weakness of a mortal. – We better die in reckless bloom, In seductive sunbeams and flirting breeze, Only to meet our bittersweet … More Lilac
Hastily, nervously, hurriedly, I found my way through nail polish. Eye shadow and perfume, accordingly. A house inside of me to demolish. Those bricks will fall on the ground For me to tread them down on my way; I’ll listen to every frightening sound, But I will depart, arrive, and stay. The scent of night … More 11/16/2010: II
I’m not a human. They want to full themselves, Distilled liquors, lollipops, They will fool themselves Call me a lady, see my hips… Let me flow like a liquid! Till the cells are fluid. I’m not a human. He pulls me into his spell, But I see through the shell, My mind … More Like a Villanelle
The blackest of black were thine eyes, Two death valleys of dust and heat. Our bodies danced on black ice, The gravity was strong and sweet. No fear of the unforgiving ice, The fall won’t affect the grace. I’ll be caught by those eyes, Then brought to black space.
Kennst du das Gefühl der nächtlichen Stunde – Gedichte strömen von der Zunge, Der einzige Gedanke – eine Sünde, Und nur noch Fieber in der Lunge? Tränen, die in Salzwasserflüsse Mündeten, und die nicht mal Küsse Linderten, trotz und dank der Glut, Verdammt mein heißes Blut!
If I only knew what to write I’d express the feelings I try to fight When I close my eyes and there is the sight Of you smiling, and me, too, in spite… If I only knew how to write I’d describe your shadow at night, Magically lucid, marvellously set alight, Making my vision … More If I only knew what to write