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one moreLosing touch to reality.
Everything is turning.
Laughing like mad.
I don't believe you. Your words can't reach me.
I started spinning and I just left.
Just one more. One more.
No, it won't stop.
Here's my own nightmare and I've always liked it better in the dark.
Someone's laughing. Somewhere distant. Getting closer now. And then withdrawing again.
Going in circles.
Oh, it's me, I think.
That state I like when everything is a blur. For once it's meant to be.
It's always spinning.
One more. I'll stop. One more.
So I will just rise and watch myself from high above.
Swimming through mid air.
Bringing rain and dust everywhere I go.
won't stop turningI don't know what's going on. I'm losing the grip. I'm losing hold. It feels like falling. I'm falling all the time. I feel feverish. I feel cold. With this in mind I could sit down and cry. For no particular reason. Everything is moving, is a blur. And I started it, it won't stop turning. I think parts of it are good. Exploring human existence. Pushing boundaries. But how far can I go? I'm dying with every breath I take from the poisonous flame called life.
What is real? There are so many things changing now I decided to play at full risk.
But in whose arms?
Something That MattersSomething That Matters
"Wann hast du das letzte Mal etwas in deinen Blog geschrieben?" hat er mich gefragt.
Wann das letzte Mal gewesen wäre, dass ich etwas geschrieben hätte, das mir wirklich etwas bedeutet hat.
Ich konnte nicht antworten. Ich konnte mich nicht erinnern.
"Und weißt du noch, was du mit deinem Blog eigentlich wolltest?"
Ich hatte nur seine Stimme am Ohr, aber ich konnte das Lachen in seinem Gesicht sehen.
"Wir verschwenden unsere Zeit."
Und das war es. Es war genau so.
Und es gab keinen Zweifel, keine Sekunde lang.
Nicht, weil er es war, der das zu mir sagte. Nein, er lag einfach genau richtig, und ich fragte mich plötzlich, wie dumm man sein kann, auf diese Weise seine Zeit zu verschwenden.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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