Monday, December 22, 2014

You're so tiny

You're small, my dear, you're so tiny I barely see you for a hair, 
the only barrier that stands between us. 
You used to be much bigger, maybe life is taking you back in time. 
Or perhaps it's simply taking me forward. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The table for lonely souls

This is the table for lonely souls
If you're accompanied, please sit at another table.

The raging wolf

Inside a scream, outside the silence,
passion and sorrow both on hold
the raging wolf desires his freedom,
the carcass trapped him like a cage,
I will not worry any longer,
just sit here tightly till it's gone.
Bring me a sheep to feed on quickly
to ease the hunger to survive.

I am broken, mother

But I am broken, mother!
I am down and out,
bitter and sad and torn
and scraping at the bottom of my soul
for that one speck of truth and hope
to bring Me back to me.

What do I do, mother?
I am alone and lonely
inside and out bruised hard
my head no longer finds comfort on this pillow,
it stings and burns with all desire unfulfilled.

Let me know, mother
how you coped then,
yourself alone and bitter and confused
with no help but your own strength
to get you through the night.

For it is winter, mother!
The night is long and dawn still not in sight
and this one body next to mine is dreaming;
his dreams of peaceful rest I envy,
yet I am still alone and lonely in myself.

Selfish

I want to keep me to me
and to surround me with myself,
my lies, my years, my tears and shakes,
My errors and my laughter still.

I will not give me to the world,
to tear me into little truths,
and take each piece home with them,
till I remain the lie unveiled.

I'll keep my truths, I'll keep my lies,
I'll keep me safe from misery,
I shall not give, I shall just take
It's you who'll cry, it won't be me.

That old guitar

That old guitar you've left at home,
who's still there leaning on the wall,
afraid she won't be touched again,
nor played, nor sung to as before.
She'll gather dust and be forgotten,
inside a recess of your soul,
her image getting slowly duller
until one day she disappears.

shiver of cold, shiver of pain

shiver of cold, shiver of pain
be glad that you are still alive
tremble with love, tremble with lust,
be glad it's over for a while
don't touch me now, don't touch me yet
be glad I'm here within arm's reach
don't breathe out loud, don't breathe at all
keep deathly still, it flies away.