Author: weirdandwhite

I like writing, that's it.


Cold slowly crawling on my feet

Is eating the last bits of sadness;

I can’t feel my toes anymore.

I am happy to see you smile

When I spend my hours drinking my life away,

And waiting for it to be over.

I wish you saw,

I wish you could understand

That I need this,

I need it more than you see I do.

I wish I were transparent,

I wish you saw through me all the time,

Giving me the space

To detach myself

From you.



One moment –

An eye contact.

I forgot everything in the world.

Closer, closer, closer –

The smile got bigger and bigger.

With every new root

I bloomed more.

You grew into me

And I into you.

I felt lighter and stronger.

A careless mistake;

You started pulling

Yourself out of my soul

And body,

Bit by bit,

Taking pieces of me

Along the way.

I am an open wound,

But with not enough blood

To dry up and heal.

The pond is empty,

The water is still;

Only tiny ripples

As a reminder,

While I watch your back.

Sieving ash

One day i died.

Stung myself without looking,

Burned alive.

The fire did not last;

Not enough life force in me.

I quietly diminished

To a small pile of ash.

You accidentally stumbled

Across the remnants

And sat, sieving through,

Trying to find something.

But I know, what you are searching for

Is not there.

I have given it to you

Long time ago

And never asked

For it back.

You can keep it if you like,

It will not make any difference




I woke up

Not knowing where I was;

Breathing in the fog

That creeped over the ground

And me.

Is this real?

The sunshine is too far,

And I can feel

My bones shrinking in the cold,

Surrounded by fire-breathing trees.

I am still, yet moving,

Clueless about the direction.

A hand on my shoulder;

I know it is you

Without turning around.

I do not know where I am,

But I know where the fog is leading me;

Your touch helped me stay alive

And take the first step.


Big empty room

With wonderful acoustics;

Your steps echo

In every corner.

You come closer,

You observe,

You measure.

All the keys and strings

Throw you out

Of your regular breathing rhythm.

Your rough finger pads

Touch the virgin nylon

And dusty keys;

You perspire,

I am waiting.

You sit down,

Breathe in,

And out.

You know

Something is not right,

You need to take the matter

In your own hands.




Let’s begin.

I am your instrument,

Tune me,

Play me,

Extract all the

The beautiful sounds

From your mind,

And make me

Make every one of them.

The strings are still vibrating,

Sending signals,

And calming down,

Ready for the tune of your life.

Half way


Can you hear

The haunting music

Of the icebergs?

Captivating tune

Of the steaming nitrogen

Is entering your pores,

Filling up your skin,

Making you new.

You do not feel pain,

The nerves have been

Softly severed;

Only your motionless eyes

Remind of the suffering;

So cold,

So lifeless.

Surrounded by ice,

Becoming ice;

The colour has spilled

To your body.

What used to give life

Is no more.


Have turned pale.

Your soul has

Fallen asleep,

Always striving

To the top,

But stuck half way.


I close my eyes,


Strange place,

Strange faces.

The dense air

Has pushed the smile

Away. No place

For happiness

Among the narrow streets

And shiny buildings.

The five points

Relax the evening,

But do not

Bring any relief.

The weight with no meaning

Has clouded time.

Drywall blocks and

Pointless beats

Are all this place is.

I have emptied myself

Before entering

This dream that is not over yet.

I have only left to wait,

Meditating in patience,

Waiting for the

Peace of awakening.