empty

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

Anymore.

 

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Blurry.

Funky music. French accent.

Friendly smile.

A small universe in every glass.

Pale all evening.

Crafted mood.

Lonely soul.

Hexagon on the floor.

Time is too slow.

Wishes of time travel

Are as untrue as a cake.

Slow steps back.

Cold room.

Creaking floor.

Empty bed.

Illusion of warmth.

2959.

So much until I smile again.

So little.

So much.

29082018.

No more you


Sew your lips together

So noone can hear you scream,

The only thing to see will be a crooked smile.

Freeze your heart

So you can’t feel any pain,

No more warmth will radiate from your presence.

Let the soul leak out of your bleak eyes

And make everything around gray,

All that’s left will be emptiness.

Refuse the last straw of help

Push the hand away,

Keep telling yourself that lonely means free.

No more pressure,

No more danger,

No more pain,

No.

More.

You.

The story


You are a wonderous piece

Of my imagination;

I have created you

Out of a single thought,

An image stuck in my head.

Breathing between seconds,

Counting time between the heartbeats

I pray for you not to end.

An empty room:

I filled it with you.

Every letter of you

Creates a story,

A story of you.

And maybe me too.

Sentence by sentence,

It grows and fills the room.

Once the door opens,

The story will be over.

Will you be the one

To open the door

When there is no more space

For me in it?

I have built a throne

For my imagination

And let it rule the broken kingdom

Of my dreams,

But the crown

Will always be yours.

It is crafted from shadows in

The deepest corners of my mind,

But it still shines brighter than

Your eyes.

I have lost the game.

Hide-and-seek is over,

And I cannot run away

To hide again.

My inner voice is telling me

To stop.

Should I trust it?

I can feel it staring at me,

Demanding to open the door or look away.

The door…

Is the story over?

I cannot tell.

Pinch me, I think I am dreaming,

Because you do not exist.

You are just a wondrous piece

Of my imagination.

No more me


Be my siren;

Sing until my ears bleed,

Tangle me in your hair,

And drag me gently to the bottom.

Watch my lungs being filled with water

As I look into your eyes,

Feeling accomplished.

I can’t hold on to my boat.

Just take me wherever;

I won’t be able to live

On the surface anymore.

Your delicate feminine wrists

Make me want to sacrifice myself

To something as empty as you are.

There is no more me.

No more.