White death

Devoid of reasons to write
All in poet’s mind becomes white
An eye, without the black of the iris
It spreads and submits like a virus

The poet seeks measures to fight
Reads books during long, sleepless nights
But the pages, so pleasantly written
With a haunting whiteness are smitten

The poet observes a beautiful landscape
Looking hard for a route to escape
But finds none. For the land is all covered with snow
The chances of fleeing are low.

In worthless attempts to conquer a page
Her frustrated mind succumbs to rage
The shell of poet’s persona crack
Of space and time she loses all track
And she knows, there is no coming back
When the paper’s all black.
When the paper’s all black.

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I have changed
I don’t know if it’s for the better
But it sure is something new
Refreshing
Like a warm shower
After a long day—
Not all people have showers
So I am priviledged.

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Doki doki

An axe behind my back — don’t really hide it
It just feels silly carrying it in such plain sight —
I ring the doorbell, hi, I’m here to kill you
But don’t you dare give up without a fight!

Come in, come in, she smiles, been waiting
Her fingers slightly nervous as she closes the door
You’d like some coffee, tea, no thanks
I’m in some rush, so let’s get down to the floor

Right, right, she hesitates a bit,
Some of her memories seem to linger on
With a deep sigh she reaches for a bottle
A mighty gulp of liquor helps her carry on

Let us not tarry then; she lies down quickly
And spreads her limbs. Her eyes now close
Breasts rising gently, soon to fall down again
Readying my axe, I strike a pose…

But I can’t strike. I can’t.

It’s just some fiction…
Why does my heart feel such unearthly friction??
I set my pen aside. Bury my face in hands.
Some thoughts need not be written, but stay in foreign lands…

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Inspired by Dan Salvato.

 

To my friend

Why are you such a good friend?
I meek and pale in front of you
I truly fail to be like you
And still, I love to be with you

Stumbling, I fall into your arms
You hug me tight, ward off all harms
You shut away all the alarms
Your caring eyes fill me with joy
Make me feel young like a small boy
You are my master, I’m your toy

Like dog, I follow you around
Your order is my blissful sound
To you forever I am bound
My passion for you is so dire
No longer love, it’s pure desire
I am a slave in your empire

Like hawk, I watch your every move
You walk around with such a groove
There’s nothing that you need to prove
From you I hear the truths unfold
From ‘nother world, those bricks of gold
Your silence still ever so bold

Like snake, I bite the enemies goodbye
Here we are different, you and I
I love your tears when you cry
You’re able to feel so much more
Your soul has witnessed blood and gore
Your pain is something I adore

Why are you such a good friend?
Your dog wags tail in front of you
Wise hawk seeks ways to be like you
Cold snake finds warmth in loving you

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Vivid.
So vivid.
Emotions splatter.
Taking me on a roller-coaster of feelings.
Watching myself from afar
I cannot help but applaud
The Creator.

My fear amazes me.
It makes me think.
It makes me believe.
It shows me that I care for things—
Things that aren’t even there
Which makes the experience
Even more frightful.

My passion meets its end.
Suddenly, abruptly
Everything has gone astray
There is no sense in
Life after death.

My love was not enough.
Through a series of unfortunate events
Though largely due to my own incapability
I have suffered loss.
To revisit such a dream
To try again and to correct my mistakes
Feels like cheating.

My failures cannot be overwritten.

But do I condemn
The Creator?
No.
Rather, I applaud the brilliant play
In which I got to partake.
For tragedy is most entertaining.

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