My poem for the lonely hours
Let your touch,
Make me forget,
About all this stress
And all these regrets.
Be my savior for a while.
03.08.18 f.g.
Too often
I'm nothing more,
Than the known stranger.
15.06.18 f.g.
Unanswered questions
Another failure,
Hard to take for my mind,
Will I ever feel alive?
Dreaming of success,
But will that calm down my mind,
Will I then feel alive?
Dreaming of a feeling called love,
But will that resurrect my mind,
Will it bring me back to live?
I'm hunting the unknown,
I'm hunting my dreams,
But at the end,
I just want my mind to stop screaming
And my feelings to come back to me.
01.05.18 f g.
Your pain remains silenced,
They only hear your mistakes.
12.04.18 f.g.
Confused
Caught up in all this confusion.
Remembering people,
That I thought I would know,
That I hurt,
That I gave hope.
I don't know what to feel,
I'd rather feel nothing at all,
But I'm still
Caught up in all this confusion.
14.03.18 f.g.
And there she is,
Big, beautiful, energetic and destructive.
She builds herself completely up
And demonstrates me, that I'm inferior,
But I'm not backing away.
I stand still and spread my arms receiving.
While she crashes above me and starts swallowing me,
I say calmly:
"Take me to a place, where I belong."
*excerpt of a German text from me.
06.03.18 f.g.
Just another failure
I swear I wanted to do it different this time.
I wanted to work.
I wanted to study.
I simply wanted to show everyone,
That they were wrong about me.
Damn, I even wanted to show it to myself,
But I'm still not able to get off my lazy ass.
28.01.18 f.g.
What I hate most about humanity,
Is the lack, in the ability,
To see the whole.
They're fighting violence with violence,
They start bullying the bullies
And don't recognize,
That they turn into those humans,
They hated.
They aren't better,
They are doing the wrong things,
With the right intension,
Just because they can't look past it.
They probably don't even really know what they're doing,
They just do.
Driven by all this hate,
They generate more hate.
It's like throwing fuel in a fire,
What do you expect?!
20.01.18 f.g.
The rarest treasure
Is the one,
No one is searching for.
04.01.18 f.g.
Your story
Between the lines doesn’t only lay a hidden message of the creator,
Between the lines lays your story.
Between the lines lays what you think, what you feel and what your making out of the lines.
Art is living, help it to survive.
30.12.17 f.g.
I never wanted to be someone else,
But I had a lot of daydreams of myself under other conditions.
Sometimes I don't wanted to be me,
But never someone else.
At the end I don't even know who this me really is
And that's destroying me.
12.12.17 f.g.
I really don't know how to carry on anymore,
But I will,
I'm working like a machine,
And I hate it.
03.12.17 f.g.
Endless possibilities
Only the thought,
That something could exist,
Without us being able to recognize it,
Makes so much possible.
29.11.17 f.g.
"Don't tell me I'm beautiful,
I don't care,
Tell me I'm intelligent."
That's what people use to say.
I would say:
Don't tell me I'm intelligent,
I know that,
Tell me you're seeing more in me,
Than I will ever be able to.
26.11.17 f.g.
Born to kill
or
made to kill?
Bad blood pumping trough my veins,
From my black heart,
Into my restless feet,
Into my insane brain.
You could've saved me,
But you stabbed me in the back.
It's too late now.
All of me is screaming for revenge.
I won't stop,
Till you finally bleed to death.
May we rest in piece,
Although we don't deserve it.
20.11.17 f.g.
Beyond the surface
Everyone has his inner psycho.
Some locked him successfully away.
Some live with him, but hide him.
And some has no other option,
Than to obey him
And do everything he whispers in their ears.
14.11.17 f.g.
Escape
No future in sight,
No plans on mind,
It makes crazy inside,
Too afraid of failing in life,
Thinking about suicide,
So I can keep my pride,
So I can end this hellride.
07.11.17 f.g.