Moments: A Collection of Poems. Read online

  Crosses

  How the wild flickering shadows are dancing a cold orange dance on my wall.

  The lights are off, this way I can see better, with my eyes closed.

  I can smell the cold. I inhale it, and welcome it into my body.

  A hollow heart filled with love, it is flowing over, and it eats my soul.

  Whispering... NO, screaming with my mouth shut tight.

  Desire of burning it away, resisting harmful fire.

  Do not stick your hand into the flame. Do not stick your hand into my burning heart.

  For it will tear it apart, until there is nothing left.

  All paint scratched away, screeching sounds of metal and ringing bells.

  Can you hear the wind? It blows fierce upon these plains.

  Those old stones, forgotten loves, and missed chances.

  A graveyard of dreams, filled with wooden crosses for those unanswered cries.

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  reflecting bright lights

  as seen through dirty windows

  looking for a cure

  * * *

  smiles and bright sunlight

  tender laughter far away

  the smell of summer

  * * *

  red stains of lipstick

  empty glasses left behind

  shape shifting beauty

  * * *

  entrances unlocked

  provoking infiltration

  brand new ancient space

  * * *

  sometimes i wonder

  about myself, myself

  who am i today

  * * *

  into the soulscape

  portals, ports, imported parts

  aching open wounds

  * * *

  tree bark on the walls

  various unknown sources

  black dogs whisper names

  * * *

  creating content

  the hand that writes these lines now

  filling empty space

  * * *

  thinking of the past

  headphones and leather jackets

  watch the trains go by

  * * *

  gently turning wheels

  losing signals from above

  a failed transmission

  * * *

  observatory

  autobiographical

  humiliation

  * * *

  purple magic rain

  walking circles in my head

  stardust on my shoes

  * * *

  scratched reality

  grey skies and a playful wind

  restless heart beat box

  * * *

  exposing lifetime

  reflecting paper mirrors

  instant time machines

  * * *

  looking for magic

  dusty roads and rust

  soap bells in the sky

  * * *

  mad tooth and headache

  lets drink some tea together

  talking about life

  * * *

  reaching out my hands

  burning stone, streaming water

  gently touched by life

  * * *

  rapid eye movement

  mind melting nervous breakdown

  pressure on my teeth

  * * *

  it is such a mess

  sitting here in my window

  smiling at the sun

  * * *

  broken lights and legs

  rare spaceships in the gutter

  strangers laugh and stare

  * * *

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  burning down some shit

  not a single soul around

  kicking rocks and dirt

  * * *

  towers made of steel

  highest point of the city

  the wind blows through them

  * * *

  step by step deeper

  overwhelming sensation

  swimming calms the mind

  * * *

  big and famous squat

  entrance point to a free world

  no photography

  * * *

  some burnt down ruins

  nude self-shots in the shower

  another haiku

  * * *

  passed, another year

  its my birthday now today

  this year will be ace

  * * *

  eyes open slowly

  nine o'clock in the morning

  processing daylight

  * * *

  staring at a roof

  disappearance of the light

  how the night falls in

  * * *

  all these trees don't move

  staring into nothingness

  sleep deprivation

  * * *

  learn to deal with it

  it's time to close this book

  now it's time to go

  * * *

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  trees and a tower

  love it how the trains go by

  peaceful afternoon

  * * *

  empty dream chamber

  spider webs of dreamcatchers

  protective gear heart

  * * *

  the darkness falls in

  how the wind blows through the trees

  raindrops in my eyes

  * * *

  need to disconnect

  bury my past somewhere

  to let it go now

  * * *

  those things that happen

  we all carry stones within

  a smile on my face

  * * *

  the sound of freight trains

  really want to run away

  not a solution

  * * *

  his shoes are all white

  playing with his backpack

  looking down unsure

  * * *

  perfect untouched white

  and those branches without leaves

  an empty playground

  * * *

  the sky is changing

  the snow is disappearing

  again a new day

  * * *

  blurry little lights

  all those highways full with life

  silently pass by

  * * *

  black wooden crosses

  somehow always out of place

  hanging upside down

  * * *

  a village, nowhere

  some gypsy music playing

  not a single soul

  * * *

  rain falls on the ground

  the sad sound of violins

  sand is in my mouth

  * * *

  man, madly talking

  sitting in front of his screen

  dead conversation

  * * *

  waiting for freedom

  day by day i'm sitting here

  i am wasting time

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  long walks through the snow

  seeking some kind of treasure

  toes go numb and hurt

  * * *

  he sits on the ground

  and tomorrow a new home

  things will be all good

  * * *

  his dog looks so sad

  i give him some chocolate

  he makes me happy

  * * *

  he walks away now

  while his face looks distorted

  he is breathing loud

  * * *

  blinking little dot

  nothing else seem to happen

  rattling rumbling sound

  * * *

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  a blue candle burns

  a day of recollecting

  i have peace within

  * * *

  empty wooden chair

  the musi
c of violins

  perfect solitude

  * * *

  a broken bottom

  appears above all madness

  dancing with demons

  * * *

  eating like a king

  no money in my pockets

  cheap food from now on

  * * *

  vision half crazy

  cold white falls into my face

  cycling in the snow

  * * *

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  twelve hours of sleep

  when i wake up i feel dead

  lets take a shower

  About the author:

  A young man currently living in Bremen, Germany.

  Spending his time with: Photography, writing, reading, internet, cycling, geocaching, his Girlfriend, playing, messing around, working at a callcenter, drinking tea, art, wasting time, spending money, growing older, gathering possessions, releasing possessions, breathing, laughing, crying, loving, hating and eating, shitting and peeing.

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