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Exodus
In the distance light receded
while everything slept
and with too big a burden to bear,
they decided to go away
and start a new life somewhere else.
But on the heat and cold
on dew and frost
echoed the hours of turmoil;
together with the forgotten tombs.
The buried stories
and the hushed witnesses.
obscured on the side of the road.
They kept walking, sore
with their broken bones;
the trail was erased
by the rainfall.
But the rancor they felt ate them
slowly and lurked in the corner
of the mirror;
it stalked them somewhere
in the backdrop.
Yet when they arrived to the new
and ”better land” they were only
consternated
by looking at their few possessions,
since all they carried was
damaged and torn.
And even though they knew
they did not belong with the old
they were too bruised
and broken themselves
to feel they would ever belong
among those who had never been in hell.
©2017
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Literature
Life
So, Life:
I guess I'm your puppet now!
I have no witness,
I have no will;
And while you dig deep
and exploit my every weakness
and my every fear
I am completely
powerless before you.
In every game that I played
if I did try my best,
tell me why am I here,
what crime have I made?
So, life:
Master with a cruelty
that knows no bounds;
you have successfully turned
breathing into a plight.
I'm nothing now
but a helpless a child;
and from this darkening room
the red sky's screams
suffocate in my mind.
The claws of those days
still feel so harsh;
they grasp and they scratch.
You gasp for air
and you try to survive.
Whatever you wanted
to make me regret, you have!
While I'm cornered here
thrown into a place
with no way out.
©2017
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Literature
Chiron's grave (yesteryear)
Stitching together many parts of you
and many definitions
the broken one with the fallen masks
and the bruised heart after thousand
years of oblivion.
He was hiding in
in a subterranean cave,
covering his face
with his hands
thinking he would be doomed for ever.
But you can only
give from what you have inside
and soon enough
you are intoxicated by the poison
of another soul.
Like broken glass passed down
through the veins
by the hangman
to make sure you
carry hell within you
rocked to the very core
through the hours that
seemed tortuous and endless.
And you keep crawling
for a hand
to pull you out of the depths
of all the tears you cried alone
one day.  
One day I hope
that miracle
is not that far away.
But yesteryear
doesn't just go away;
one said ”You recall and you're okay.”
I have to differ I feel
like I am not done yet;
I no longer know who I am.
The tunnel for me seemed endless
although some wounds through the years
have lessened;
I can not come back
to the world
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Literature
Pluto
I remember reading Bécquer's poems
when I was very young.
It did not look like I had that much of a business
to do on the surface of earth, at that time.
With my writing pad and my little poetry book.
And I could stay awake all night with my walkman
and some cassette bands.
It was like a war around
and everywhere there were predators.
After school time I could have
the occasional cigarette
and with my friends,
my god! how we talked nonsense!
And I must have been the champion
(I can say so much without thinking
like I write, sometimes.)
Today, thoughts from the past
hunt me like a stranglehold.
And the highschool bullies.
I think I still want to sleep
with the lights on when I remember.
Way too many times..
I've been nothing but a scapegoat
I think I wrote myself out
in a way to surgically remove the
misery from the shell I was walking around in.
In this predatory world
very few would stand a chance,
and no one likes to admit failure,
so I kept all the bad stuff for myself.
Did I w
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Literature
Hero
With a longing basking
in the first rays of the dawn
I thought I could also
live my fantasy,
that I could heal
and mitigate the weight of these chains
like everything was not lost
and I could relieve this pain
I wanted to give you peace.
It was my gift to you.
Maybe I was trying to be a hero
and for an instant
I wanted to believe in the impossible.
I couldn't see you carry that burden
in your heart.
I could not simply
sit down and watch.
Maybe there were other things
I should have done instead
and many that I should have said
as well.
Maybe I only ended up
making everything much worse
but maybe I had been condemned
way before.
I wanted to believe in the impossible
that in this cell of mine
I could also have a light
and that the morning was not
out of my reach.
But in the build up to the downfall
I wanted to ignore,
I was not strong enough anymore.
Sometimes
it works me up inside still,
the injure's gone too deep;
there was nothing else to do
but I wanted to believe.
©2017
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Literature
'Forgetting how to human' Level 100
I'm surely one of the most awkward
people you'll ever know.
That's not always obvious at first sight.
But trust me;
I always feel like I never got installed
all the right drivers.
It's like ”forgetting how to human"
level 100”.
Things may run so smooth
when you relate
on a superficial level.
But how many times can you
truly connect
from the bottom of all your crap?.
It's very easy to be shallow
and polite.
And only share and see
the tip of someone's iceberg.
Not seldom I fear
that my obvious confusion
about this ”human thing”
becomes too visible
as a part of the ”donkey kong special
snow flake alien race”.
Too much anxiety
disorientation and fogginess;
falling into panic
and getting lost in phone booths.
But how many people
know you for real?
And how many people
are way too quick
to simply mock and laugh,
to simply judge and define.
In truth you are the only one
who feels your feelings
and thinks in your head
You are the only one
who can truly know y
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Literature
Resurrection
Some stories are written
with blood and tears
instead of ink.
It's all you can afford
because your soul is left on rags.
Sometimes you have to come undone
die, rot and end up
in a place from which you don't know
if you'll ever come out.
And then you see
that life is immensely cruel
yet beautiful in a strange way.
Because every time you feel crushed
into an unrecognizable mess
It's not the end result
you are in cocoon stage.
Feelings bring consternation and shame.
Your aspirations burn as stars.
They destroy and they create.
A very distant light guides
the resurrecting flames;
it's barely perceivable.
The rest is only faith.
And every time you feel crushed
into an unrecognizable mess.
It's not the end result.
You are in cocoon stage.
©2017
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Literature
Blessed
The leaves changed their colors
while the days darkened.
The nights became quieter
And slowly the cold set in the landscape.
There was nothing to see
but the stars
even in the middle of the fall
the skies were clear
and everything was simply
as it should be.
Even when the gentle change
of season with its beauty
slowly ripped apart
everything that was alive before.
But I feel blessed;
there is no way to avoid a winter
Life is change, I guess.
It's not a total loss,
new sprouts will follow death
So, I feel blessed;
there is no way to avoid a winter
Life is change, I guess.
©2016
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Literature
This affliction
Your every cell
is constantly reliving
things that your mind is not,
as you wake up with racing heart
and distressed stomach
feeling that something terrible
is about to come.
The horrors haven't gone anywhere
They became a part of you.
They torture you everyday.
They turn you into a recluse
and you can't turn them off
or escape.
You have to turn down
the whole world
while doing simple things
like getting out of bed.
Some people even think
that I might be apathetic
or selfish
because it's like
I don't care.
But the truth is that
They are living
while I am in hell,
and this affliction takes
my whole life away.
©2017
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Literature
Damage
Your heart,
your heart alone is trying to
break through
a wall, a boulder, a burden.
A punishment it did not deserve.
Crawling through deserts and
fighting uncertainty and thirst
while you hang by a thread.
No matter what they do,
They will not break me off myself!
The recollection
is walking me back
to my nightmare these days.
The biggest lie there is
saying ”I'm okay”.
Terror and loss have taken a toll.
There is no guarantees in being human;
fortune or luck, calamity or deceit.
A world so dismal and unpredictable
of people with masks
and beasts around the corner.
The recollection
is walking me back
to my nightmare these days
But lost battles and all
I'll move forward again.
©2017
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Literature
Truth
Truth.
In the morning, my quiet longings
and secret wishes
soar in a dream with the wind
Where we take off to a world afar.
Leaving everything behind.
I wonder if it's you
who is supposed to listen to me
and help me relieve whatever grief
is still hanging from me.
You have crossed my path
so unexpectedly.
Will you please help me find
my way back to my sanity?
Memories
Echoes and voices
still wrench me inside.
and wont' let me be.
I wonder what I have to find
to set my spirit free.
Awake at night my quiet wishes
soar in a dream with the wind.
sleepless for long
I'm swept into another fantasy
that takes us away from this world.
This is my wish:
I want  you to be the one
who'll walk alongside me
while I'm heading back to my peace.
Memories,
echoes and voices
wrench me inside
and won't let me be
until I have cleared all the lies!
©2017
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Literature
Looking for Liberation
Hoarding
all of my emotions
I sat in front of broken mirrors
Painting landscapes with words
I then forgot.
While the real monsters
looking for liberation
hid in the dark corners
of the palace.
They carried shackles
through the lifetimes
and forgot how to speak.
They created their own prison
which they then
could never leave.
I was walking through those hallways
Dropping pieces of me
while tearing silently
in the labyrinth.
©2017
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Literature
Defeat
Dismayed just by being
constantly overwhelmed and terrified
by something,
this defeat thrives on self neglect
and isolation as well.
Something else surely carries me forward
otherwise I could not
do this my myself.
Not by myself
I don't even know how
because I've been absolutely
clueless as to how one ”does life”,
so to speak
I practically have been
barely able to
tie my shoe laces
and brush my teeth,
stumbling everywhere
and getting lost as soon as I
go out of here.
So,whatever that is
that carries me through the fog
it gives me hope that one day
I will also learn how to ”human”
like it's supposed to be.
©2017
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Literature
From the distance
Maybe
it's hard to try to keep
the world together
with both hands and feet
and not to fail.
Maybe Love means different things
to different people
and everyone fights the odds
in their own way,
the monsters that follow them
to their sleep.
And so everyone
has their own way to give.
In a noisy world,
full of lonely places
we battle reasons
trying not to give in.
They took salt off one wound
and it poured into another
while juggling with the demons
that had them on their knees.
From the distance I call,
pronounce a silent scream.
All I hush
in these empty corners.
The shadows follow,
you fell from grace so badly.
And as the cuts open widely;
The monster come and
they resist.
©2017
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Literature
This Insanity
As the sunsets
are deeply ruddled
with a bloody tone,
the threshold starts to close.
The days shorten
more and more.
And hope with the days
grows dim.
More and more
What I thought
I was aiming for
slowly is fading from sight.
Slowly is turning me into someone
that I no longer know.
I'm telling you
I know there is no other who can
envision that.
That in itself is enough.
I'm withholding words and tears
that might make me
even faster dissolve.
And I already feel
I'm fading, berated
by all I wished I would not see.
Worn out, I'm losing myself
And any hope or strength
I could have had
in the battle against
this insanity.
@ 2017
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In the distance light receded
while everything slept
and with too big a burden to bear,
they decided to go away
and start a new life somewhere else.

But on the heat and cold
on dew and frost
echoed the hours of turmoil;
together with the forgotten tombs.
The buried stories
and the hushed witnesses.
obscured on the side of the road.

They kept walking, sore
with their broken bones;
the trail was erased
by the rainfall.
But the rancor they felt ate them
slowly and lurked in the corner
of the mirror;
it stalked them somewhere
in the backdrop.

Yet when they arrived to the new
and ”better land” they were only
consternated
by looking at their few possessions,
since all they carried was
damaged and torn.
And even though they knew
they did not belong with the old
they were too bruised
and broken themselves
to feel they would ever belong
among those who had never been in hell.

©2017
So, Life:
I guess I'm your puppet now!
I have no witness,
I have no will;
And while you dig deep
and exploit my every weakness
and my every fear
I am completely
powerless before you.

In every game that I played
if I did try my best,
tell me why am I here,
what crime have I made?

So, life:
Master with a cruelty
that knows no bounds;
you have successfully turned
breathing into a plight.
I'm nothing now
but a helpless a child;
and from this darkening room
the red sky's screams
suffocate in my mind.

The claws of those days
still feel so harsh;
they grasp and they scratch.
You gasp for air
and you try to survive.

Whatever you wanted
to make me regret, you have!
While I'm cornered here
thrown into a place
with no way out.

©2017
Stitching together many parts of you
and many definitions
the broken one with the fallen masks
and the bruised heart after thousand
years of oblivion.

He was hiding in
in a subterranean cave,
covering his face
with his hands
thinking he would be doomed for ever.
But you can only
give from what you have inside
and soon enough
you are intoxicated by the poison
of another soul.
Like broken glass passed down
through the veins
by the hangman
to make sure you
carry hell within you
rocked to the very core
through the hours that
seemed tortuous and endless.

And you keep crawling
for a hand
to pull you out of the depths
of all the tears you cried alone
one day.  
One day I hope
that miracle
is not that far away.

But yesteryear
doesn't just go away;
one said ”You recall and you're okay.”
I have to differ I feel
like I am not done yet;
I no longer know who I am.
The tunnel for me seemed endless
although some wounds through the years
have lessened;
I can not come back
to the world yet,
or live like I used to before.
Estranged
from everything I used to know;
everyone and every place
I think I still might need
some more time to grieve.

©2017
I remember reading Bécquer's poems
when I was very young.
It did not look like I had that much of a business
to do on the surface of earth, at that time.
With my writing pad and my little poetry book.
And I could stay awake all night with my walkman
and some cassette bands.

It was like a war around
and everywhere there were predators.
After school time I could have
the occasional cigarette
and with my friends,
my god! how we talked nonsense!
And I must have been the champion
(I can say so much without thinking
like I write, sometimes.)

Today, thoughts from the past
hunt me like a stranglehold.
And the highschool bullies.
I think I still want to sleep
with the lights on when I remember.
Way too many times..
I've been nothing but a scapegoat

I think I wrote myself out
in a way to surgically remove the
misery from the shell I was walking around in.
In this predatory world
very few would stand a chance,
and no one likes to admit failure,
so I kept all the bad stuff for myself.
Did I want to give them all further reasons
to laugh at, anyway?

They all have normal lives as I can see
nowadays.
They look even happy.
It must crave a lot of shamelessness
to go on like nothing
after screwing up the lives of other human beings.
I personally tended to suffer from
self-beating perfectionism
and debilitating regrets.
I am impressed to see them carry on like that
I swear.

Preying upon others
can not be a socially accepted behavior.
This world seems to me like nothing
but a cage of predators.

Thoughts from the past
hunt me like a stranglehold, today.
And my self-beating perfectionism
and my debilitating regrets.

©2017
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