I am tired of carrying it around.
So, I'll leave it here
for everyone to leer at .
No, I cannot just bury it,
for I am afraid it might blossom
or worse
be forgotten.
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When I was younger, I dreamed of picking up a sword;
fearlessly slaying monsters.
Turns out, though, I am rather weak in the arms.
Most days, orcs sit on my chest;
the foul stench of fear.
But sometimes, on a good day,
I pick up words,
and they make that lightsaber sound.
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Poets;
Jilted lovers armed with nothing but words.
Survival scouts mapping static white noise
amids their hearts.
Daring explorers armed with nothing but
a weird beat to dance to.
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Sometimes, silence is a constant,
grainy static in your mind.
It's the white, crackling of vinyl just before the song.
People claim they like this sound. Vintage!
Meanwhile, I am wondering
why the music doesn't start.
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Once,
I remembered lyrics and melody
of a song but
couldn't remember its name.
Today,
I stared at the face in the mirror
for hours.
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To be a magical creature of light
there has to be darkness.
And madness in our hearts.
You are a volcano in waiting;
Some day you'll paint a sky
full of destruction and love.
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And fire was brought to man,
To wield against darkness.
So striking its power,
we named the very act of gaining knowledge
'enlightenment'.
A flame to pierce the veil; to see each other.
And fire was brought to man,
To wield against cold.
So striking its power,
we felt warmth between us.
A spark created from truly seeing each other.
Maybe Prometheus was punished
because he rendered the Gods obsolete.
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Odd.
How one often thinks about
All the little things that need changing.
Odd.
How one often forgets
To change.
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Colourful lo-fi beats
in a city that is grey as it is old.
Stories as blue as they are untold.
Oh, to hear to them all!
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It's oddly comforting to me
that after all the noise we made
about art,
about love
we will likely sink into
the same water we came from
because we couldn't
check our greed.
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Noise pop rushed through my brain
like a storm driving Sahara sands across dunes.
A futile attempt to push chaos into song.
Distortion;
like sun pushed through thousands of lenses
still is light essential.
Like chaos pushed through wah-wah-pedals
still is truth.
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Some people only shine
when it is dark around them.
And that's a whole lot less of a compliment
than one would wish it to be.
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At this point, I am afraid to open the news.
There has to be a limit to despair, right?
And yet, I still fall in love with sun.
Fall in love with the moon.
With a pun.
Time well spent.
A fresh breeze, half-empty beer cans, that stupid old song, rain gurgling in the shit-stained belly of the city, that smile of yours and a fresh new pair of socks.
At this point, I am afraid to open the news.
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Late, in warm glow of June.
The city rattles softly on the other side of the subway tracks.
And you are terrified,
Cuz you don't know a single person
who is happy.
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Rain's falling for the first time in weeks.
My head hadn't been quiet enough in years to just listen.
The steady torrent racing along the window.
If they could wash away all that I hate about me,
I'd swear off summer days.
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Half the night is here already.
Electric half-light burning.
Steady.
It's half the hour for a quarter of truth.
Enter: the mad, the seekers; the manic.
Preachers.
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I seem to never have a reason to actually go anywhere anymore.
Aimless floating ghosts roaming streets in pale sunlight.
Watching people and days drift by.
Wondering if they know.
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Our conversation is laboured.
Around us the city sprawls.
His German in growing pains,
and my head besieged
by yesterday's spirits.
We smile, we talk coffee.
He says where he comes from
coffee is magic in itself.
You just don't add anything.
I quip that it should be the same with people and for a moment
we are both sad.
We smile, we talk coffee some more.
Being human is easy.
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You want a piece of my mind, and I say:
'At some point in history, the highest peak of Germany was Mount Kilimanjaro!'
There goes my chance to tell you about my love; which is as strange, wild and random as a snow-capped mountain in the middle of Africa.
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What does that actually mean?
'Having your shit together?'
All I did was watching clouds and weather
(the storms).
Drifting one way or another.
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