Sepia pictures

Memories like pictures from the news paper
Got wet in the rain
Corroded thin in fingers
Can´t recognize them anymore
Anyway everything is like reading the news
Something awful every day
Luckily it never happens here

Everything isn´t fine in this archive
Here is yesterday and here birth
There must be something in between!
Cuttings from the morning´s papers in their frames
Stoped to pretend
Can´t recognize who stands there
Real life covered with sepia shades

Out of channels

Now, when blood runs free
I can get away from you
When channels don´t drow the lines
I can get away
I will drift to coast far from here
I´ll stop loving you

This love made me numb
You finished me off, must admit
But I found out a way to escape
If you could know what I planed
Finally my love dies
I let you go so you can keep on
I don´t want to breathe beside you

Disregarded

And there was no one to defend you
No one rose against the beating hand
No one denied a thing, except that
You became disregarded

So they relieved themselves from responsibility
Relieved themselves from you
No one denied anything, except that they saw
A little child barefoot outside

Saviors escaped
They forgave themselves
Even though they never apologized
That little child, face covered in tears

100 poems! Congrats, me!

Old soul still learns

Tie my hands on my eyes
Cover my ears and push me
Walking on the lake, frozen last night
Let me feelt ice cracking underneath my feet

I never was a child
Innocence run away from me
Now force this old soul to trust

Ice crumbles, I fall!
Don´t give me your hand too early
It´s time for my skin to break
Leave me afraid, so I can be revealed

Teach me to trust

Machine with a human heart

She is walking
Straight, not looking at anything
She seems tired to me, I can tell
She won´t let it show to you
Because she´s a machine

Step-step-step-step
Does she ever sleep
She works, she studies
She´s beautiful
Seems sad to me, you know
She won´t stop, and why would she
She´s a machine with a human heart

I bet she eats electricity and oil
She´s a machine
No hard feelings

Somebody´s daughter

Whose daughter are you?
Someone´s daughter anyhow
His, who loves you
Theirs, who defend you
Somebody´s daughter
Maybe abandoned, but daughter anyway

Whose son do you call yourself?
Whose eyes, whose nose have you inherited
Or whose lap offers you safety
Somebody´s son

Whose daughter, son are you?
Where do your roots grow, where have they moved you?

Glassbird

Do I now undress myself?
Won´t you laugh
My soul is a glassbird
With painted wings
You have seen me naked earlier
But not Naked

Horrible to give the worst guns on your hands
I put your finger to the trigger myself
That button with a warning: "Do NOT touch"
Now I can´t go back
Only down or forward

Look, glassbird can fly after all
After all it was made to preserve wraped to silk
Look, touch it

Sleepwalker

I roamed away from our bed asleep
Ended up to strange lap
Eyes closed I came back

With a instinct of the sleepwalker
I get to the wrong places
But it´s not the real me,
I wouldn´t do anything like that awake

This is all real, you yelled to me
Showed your bruises
While I slept I beat you up

When nightmares overwhelm me
I do what I never should
But why do you blame me,
I wouldn´t ever hurt you

We are legend!

Death can´t separate us
Easy to sware so
Weaks promise less
And collapse to cheat on each other
We are legend
Our crowns brighter than our stars

To the eternity and over
The universe will disapper before us
Gods have met their match
It´s not halves combinig
We are breathing perfectness

It´s us poets write about
Painters see us in their dreams
We are something so much bigger
Eternity is ash in our hands

Except for myself

I don´t lie except for myself
It´s just hard to look yourself into eyes
Mirror is twisted
I make myself a king
And overpower kingdoms
I make myself a fool
Mad inside paded walls

I can´t lie except for myself
If I´m not able to love myself then who is?
You can say the most horrible things only to your neighbours

I see me under the sky
I see me smiling
With my crooked teeth

Kinda "king of fools"....

Nothing

I am this girl
Who´s nothing she says
I am this little girl
Who has nothing around her
I write lies
Everything but real
I am this girl
Who thinks she´s something
That she has something to tell
Well, this is finally the truth:
I am nothing
n-o-t-h-i-n-g

I am a girl
Imagining my poetry
Saying it comes from my heart
I am this stupid girl
Surrounded by forgiving adults
Too tall to look into their eyes
I am this little girl
Who had a dream
Who thought it came true
Who actually is nothing
I couldn´t be less

I was going to say this straight, but it came this way. It just feels like... I dunno. It feels like I can´t write anything good enough for myself. And not enough. Just had to say this out loud.