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Letter to my Dreams

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dreams I want to know you all, I want you to take shape and form. I want you to help me reach the finish line with a smile on my face, unafraid of what’s to come.

I want to be a part of a special world, where I make you live through me and that living makes me happy.
I wish you could show me the way somehow, not the short one or the long one, but the right one.

I don’t want you just inside my brain, but inside my heart too, so you can give me hope and courage to transform you and me into this person who’s always happy and always good and who doesn’t get blinded by power and success.

I sometimes feel like you hold my hand and you’re always guiding me, when it should be the other way around. I should help you come true, so I can be better. I should hold you out in the open, to spread your wings and lift me up. I should let you roam free inside of me, so I can be free too.

There’s so much I want to say to you, so little time and so little courage! But I wish I was better, I wish I was braver and I wish I was a dreamer.

Sincerely,
Me

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Capricorn

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capricorn I am a Capricorn, the epitome for rich and ambitious pricks who don’t care about you.
I’ll write my own horoscope, thank you. I don’t wish for a pseudo-journalist with too much time on his/her hands and a shitty job to determine which planet gives me money (thank you, Jupiter) or which one makes me fall in love.
There’s no such thing as love. Only carrer and success.

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am… was… will be

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i am made of air,
am made of filth,
made of nothing but despair
and scrapes
and sour blood
and things to love and to forget
and things to hurt
and borrowed sweat.

i was a fool,
i was a broken fool,
and as i stood in front of you,
i layed out
arms,
and legs,
and heart for you,
for you to break,
you hissing snake!

i will be dust,
i will be nothings,
i’ll hide my trust
and set the fire
from down my spine to my desire,
clenched in my hands and some barbed wire.
with this i’ll be no more than that:
the lovely, broken fool in a mad hat.

Horror Story

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horror story I am a horror story; you should be afraid to pick me up, lead me on, make me fall in love with you, let me down and break my heart.
Cause if you do all those things, I promise you I’ll hunt you down, because I don’t let go that easily, I’ll take my soul back and leave you there for dead.

Inspiration.

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Middle

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I’d turn my wine in water,
And turn my tears laughter,
And while conversing with myself,
I’d like to think that I can help.
But words are means and means are middle,
And who but me can solve this riddle?
I’d like to think, if need arises,
My spirit haunts a thousand houses.

The Fear Is Poetry

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The fear is poetry,
Said my crow.
And feathers were running away from it.
An island of non-sense,
Do I make any sense?!
The crow asked me
And flew away from me.
It left me with horns
And spikes
And trembles.
No pieces of tomorrow,
I’m just cloathed in sorrow.

Please ignore my vegetative state. I did listen to the new HURTS album all day long, but now my interest shifted towards IAMX and I Come With Knives and Noblesse Oblige and all the decadent sounds in my life.