Monthly Archives: November 2009
‘What is there left?’
What is there left
For a poor girl
Forgotten by whole world?
Sobering at night,
Switching on an artificial smile by day.
But who cares?
Who cares, I ask.
Will anybody be sorry if she disappeares?
Will anybody notice?
Cry, cry
The tears falling down
Like rain
Like a waterfall.
Die, die
He’ll never know,
He’ll never find out.
‘Soul of a poet’
Close, closer,
It’s coming,
Dragging its victims,
Holding out its bloody hands.
Mental and emotional,
Scary, yet wonderful
The dark soul of a poet.
‘What are we?’
What are we?
Mere creatures of civilisation.
What are we?
Without dreams or affection.
What are we?
The great destroyers of God’s creation.
What are we?
Without love or attention.
What are we?
Most personally, not the whole generation?
– Just drops in the ocean
No one even cares to mention.
‘Snake-o-man’
Once a snake
Once a man
Desirable but scary.
You want to kiss me?
I’m craving your kiss
But I’m scared,
So frightened of the poison it may bring.
You want to touch me?
I lust for your touch
But it will burn me,
Burn me from the inside.
‘Why?’
Like a bird I’m spreading my wings to fly,
Looking down at the world, trying to figure out why
The world is as it is and some people do want to die,
Even in my dreams the truth becomes a lie
And there’s nothing I can do, so I just sit and cry.
‘Halloween’
Skeletons,
Vampires,
Zombies,
The Dead
And the Death,
Floating around and around
On the merry-go-round.
Werewolves dancing in circles
With mummies, witches and clowns,
The clock ticking and screams
Somewhere in the forest nearby.
Look at the ferris wheel!
Who is there? – you cry.
The most solitary creature
Covered by black, starry sky.
Silent, still and gloomy,
No hope,
No joy,
No life.
‘Justice’
The sun is shining
But it’s so cold.
The hour is early
But the darkness falls.
The time is passing
But it’s never to catch.
I’m dying of pain
But the smile still lasts.
Our tears are falling
But the world is not ending.
We’re looking for justice
When we’re gone – there’s no returning.
‘A Great Journey’
Sitting in a dirty corridor
Where the death meets the life,
Floating on the waves
Of the sea of stardust,
Walking through the desert
Lies the sand – the hot blanket,
Drifting like a dolphin,
Following the wonders of the Earth.
But there nowhere is to find
The only wanted, the only needed thing,
The deep feeling of love
Once lost in the universe.
‘Would You?’
Would You shed a tear
If I said goodbye?
Would You say you’ll miss me
And leave me wondering why?
Would You come and kiss me
Despite the people passing by?
Woul You say you’re sorry
And that You’ve always been mine?
Would You ask me to stay
And beg to leave it all behind?
– You wouldn’t.
Sad my soul – we live in a lie.