Two or three things I know about you.
You’re, altogether, eight,
With 5, the dog,
Nneka, the singer,
Your intricate ways
And weird suspense,
Full of questionable humor and intense.
Two or Three
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This World
This world is gonna break your heart,
There’s nothing you can do to stop or start
The fiery machine inside your heart
When everything just falls apart.
This world is gonna kick you down
And throw you up and let you drown.
Your strange smile of a clown
Won’t get you far outside this town.
This world is gonna get you sick,
And feed you fire, earth and brick,
The end is near and time is quick,
My tale is lie, my story trick.
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Help
Help.
This word sounds somewhat familiar, but also a little bit too out of this world for me. I was never good at asking for help, nor was I great at offering it.
I am a weird human being, a combination of compassion and awkwardness, a combination of indiference and anger, a combination of love and regret, a combination of emotions and reactions that are not necessarily the right one for the respective emotion, so all in all, I am neither good or bad. At helping, at least.
I am something in between, lukewarm and fuzzy, fluffy-wuffy with a hard rock bottom, and I can neither send you hope, or shoot you down completely.
I am without aim, but also without revenge. I am completely clueless, but I still know that I want something. Please, help me find me!
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The Right Answer
Nights pass the same as they did until now, only time seems generous. I have enough time to go to the gym and walk the dog (soon to be dogs) and also shop and cook healthy stuff (I am looking at you, spinach!), but somehow my life has found itself stuck in a moment.
If I were to ask myself what that moment was, I couldn’t find the right answer, so I just keep abusing my seconds and minutes in hope to find it, but I never do…
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Better Angels
Better angels battle starvation of the heart.
I battle angles blank and dirty snow,
Which I’m unsure how to plow.
Better angels battle driven needs from us.
I stop and stare and erase the thought of happiness
Like it would be an illness.
Better angels battle nothings in my mind.
I raise my arms and battle better angels,
I rip their hearts and dust their heavens.
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Exterminator
Prologue:
Exterminating angels,
Leaving them without mass,
Without enough gas
For them to breathe through the ages.
Introduction:
This is my weapon,
My truth and my bone,
And as I’m stepping on bodies,
I’m never alone.
Content:
I’ll show you the rancid smell of the rain
That’s washing away all the stiffs.
I’ll show the death and the sun and the cliffs
And I’ll show you my gun and my final goodbye,
I’ll let you die
And you won’t know why.
The heavens are hollow,
The hells are so empty.
There’s nothing to swallow,
But my fingers – twenty.
Ending:
I started with toes,
But nothing it does,
Went up and away on my body because
Besides me, there’s no meat on this earth,
The world has no worth.
Epilogue:
I devoured the world in one single bite,
Behind me I left only dusty white
To cover the earth and the waters and skies,
It will cover the world when I’ll close my eyes.
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Letter to my 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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