Sunday, April 26, 2015

Take me...

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Take me to the place
where our end does not exist,
where time hovers on the brink of twilight,
a place that can still this loss of purpose,
put to rest the futility… the restlessness…
that is gnawing at me.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I Run

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Damn, it is uncomfortable,
the impending doom that’s made its home
in the pit of my stomach,
where it chases me with hours
when mere minutes barely passed,
and shreds my nerves as it grinds away
to a diary that isn't mine.
So I flee to a harbour that offers no shelter,
where my endurance is performing admirably
against escape routes stronger than time,
until this body can no longer withstand
the influx of chemical substances
that finally force these restless eyes shut
but the soul that can’t sleep trawls along…

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

When Time Stands Still

Time slows imperceptibly,
minutes merge with impurity,

‘til the sun sets at noon
and your days are as dark
as the nights are silent,
and you’re motionless
in a breathless void

where your spirit can’t fly
with the breeze.

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Joker

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It’s the fool of a Joker playing havoc in my head,
pouring prompts and propositions
in a never-ending flow, into the path that I now trail down,
where foolishness take’s a firm hold,
opens wide the windows in a lighthouse,
during a tempest,
whose pulse gradually weakens,
as wantonness captures me
and we fly with the churning clouds.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The day Darkness stole the daylight

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Darkness stole the daylight
and the wind tore through my soul
on the day I fell in love with you.

A shiver of your threat,
discarded, your design,
you ravaged and raged
to the rhythm of the moon,
you drew me to your core,
made a slave out of me,
I am drawn to this storm, here I feed.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Train

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Your words are a slur in my peripheral vision,
assaulting my tenacious control
with your frenzied and rampant hysteria.
Your poisoned breath tries to violate my flesh,
shred every page I’ve ever written,
and you laugh with condemnation
at the fabrications your callous
and ignorant mind has conjured up.
Now the train speeds even faster,
there are no monsters under my bed,
you are a smear that recedes
in the darkness of my fascination.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Magical Midnight

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When the night is bright
and sound is depressed
by the many sleeping breaths,
the moon shines on my skin
and I see your fingers,
luring me as they linger
and dwell on my craving
to fall deep into your thrall,
from which I never will be free.

Thursday, April 9, 2015


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Psssst, come here, let me tell you something.
For many years I fought my instinct
to stay behind these walls,
believing I was wrong,
and that sharing my inner self
creates a path to freedom.
But I now rescind this right
that I have given others,
I no longer want foreign fingers and minds
delving into my psyche.
There is peace behind sharing only what is required,
by retaining a part of every story for no one else but me,
because no one can understand the madness of my mind,
the foreign dimensions in which I wander
which even I don’t understand,
but I need, to stay alive.