long time, no see

winter coldness, summer fades
freezing moments, silver gates
lights of christmas, glowing strong
all my sadness, lasting long

sparkling windows, twinkling trees
winds are turning out to breeze
no more drinking, no more beers
real life’s taking me to tears

christmas, christmas, everywhere
is there something else to share?
that we don’t see, but we need
kill the coldness, fill with heat

warm up my heart and warm up my soul
sew up my wounds and sew up the hole
loosen my anger, loosen my hate
please turn the silver to gold of the gate

sickness

Right now I am truely sick of everything, cause I can’t do anything. Only thing I can do is sit and wait. Waiting for time to pass. I can’t run cause I’m tired and ill. I can’t swim because it’s too cold and I have a cold. I can only wait for the 20th to pass, the surgery. I’m really scared. And I can’t lose weight faster cause imagine a life sitting and waiting only. I will grow fat, really. And this is annoying as fuck.

For the babies

There are poems I like and poems I don’t like. This one I don’t like but still it’s a little special and maybe worth a mention.


For the babies

Dragonheart or Harry Potter
any movie I can stotter
but for you it should be clear
I will not make a list right here

You’re the pan and I’m the clown
I will create my own
and in the end it will be shown
which one of us will wear the crown
and wich of us will be the down

Ception In or Island Shutter
I’m producer, you’re the cutter
I’m your darling, you’re my dear
we will both be engineer

This is easy, this is sweet
can we blow up like in Heat ?
can we say Hi, can we greet ?
can we eat or can we feed
our movie with a need ?

Not a dirty one of course
we are heroes, no more whores
action figures, special E-
ffects for people they will see

We will make it just the best
it won’t be a little test
it will be a bigger quest
heart is bumping in my chest
nothing here for us to rest

I’m the movie queen
my name is Charlie and not Sheen
this will all be seen
not just in a dream

 

Titel

I’m the most lucky one.

I’ve found my diary.

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Wie wir hier alle waten
wie die Geister durch den Garten
der Garten blüht mit sanfter Pracht
wer ist dort oben, der bewacht ?
unser all, verloren und alleine,
ist es bloß des Mondes Scheine
der uns alle bald vereint
und für uns nur Gutes meint

aus meinem Herzen spricht
Einsamkeit und Trauer nur
Verzweiflung, Sehnsucht pur
– und so hoff ich jeden Tag,
dass schon bald daraus entbricht,
was mich so sehr lässt im Stich.
Ein golden Licht, ein Zehren nicht
nach der sanften, süßen Liebeskur.