A dream. A romance. A love. In Words. I think you prefer when the world "together" means not "a million," but just two.

  Poems to Louis


I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.


Gratis bloggen bei

Complex, fucked up world ...

The world is fucked up.
I can't take it anymore
to be fucked over and over again
by those who pretend to love me.
Who pretend to care,

while they are ripping apart my heart and soul,
breach the border to my very deepest feelings
and then throw them and me away

I don't wanna be fucked anymore with this
silent animosity.
This hypocritical care.

Let me go, I have to get away.
I'm under your spell, let me out.

I'm fucked and left with it. Fucker.
10.3.08 03:20


Verletzt -.-

Wie konntest du es wagen mit mir zu schlafen?
Wie konntest du es wagen mit mir zu schlafen und mich dann so im Regen stehen zu lassen?

Thank you for not loving me.
Thank you for not wanting me.
Thank you for throwing your new one at me.

Danke für gar nichts, Arschloch!

Danke dafür, dass du mich verletzt hast.
Danke dafür, dass ich jetzt nicht mehr aufhören kann zu weinen.
Danke dafür, dass ich jetzt alleine vor den Trümmern stehe.

Danke dafür, dass es dich nicht interessiert.
18.3.08 00:07

Fucked up

He doesn't need me.
He doesn't want me.

He will forget about me soon.

Bei ihm müssen die Tage möglichst bunt vergehen.
25.3.08 01:13

What I Want

It's time ...

I don't wanna be alone anymore.
I've been alone for too long now.

I don't know what I lack of that all of them think they could fool around with me,
fuck me,
and then leave me.

I want something new.
Something real.
Something true.
Something that lasts a storm.

That lasts my fucked up self and a fucked up other ...

Otherwise ... stay away from me and I'll die alone.
25.3.08 01:17

Verantwortlich für die Inhalte ist der Autor. Dein kostenloses Blog bei myblog.de! Datenschutzerklärung