#8

windows blue
my eyes are closed
wind blows through
the patient most

swimming clouds
silent sun
crazy crowds
people gone

people coming, please fuck off
this is all just too much stuff

#7

an der weser spielend lauschen
dieses flüssleins ruhiges rauschen
sanfte lieder saitenklänge
süße, stille freundesenge

dürstend nagend alkohol
dieser freund, das ist er wohl
schleichend in ein mystisch reich
grüne wiesen, liebsam weich

wehe dem, der das verachte
damals um die wette lachte
heute sehn ich mich nach anderm wege
meine seele sachte hege

denn so bin ich angekommen
meine sorgen klar verschwommen
morgen werd ich anders sein
nie mehr bier und nimmer wein

#6

on the 20th of may I committed suicide
but I am still alive
how I did with a knife
and I took a lot of pills to turn off light

in the middle of the night I died
a river of blood turned out of my vane
am I insane
or was it just right

I am not dead, yet
this is a big miracle
this is fucking failing kill
but I am much sad, still

now, this is a hospital
I am finding myself
clock is turning twelve
I am paying the bill

#5

bad poem

my heart is the most broken
you broke it last year
and I am asking myself
tell me, why am I here

there’s a big jungle in here
the place you’d like to be
the place I’d like to fear
the trees, you can see ?

I am travelling all alone
without you at my side
my feelings will be shown
when everything is right

I am crying
every night

#4

laziest poem

ROSES WHILT
BUILDERS BUILD
FORESTS GROW
WINDOWS SHOW
BIRDS THEY FLY
KIDS ASK WHY
PENCILS WRITE
PEOPLE FIGHT