mal kein Poem...

Nach so vielen alten Poems habe ich mich jetzt mal entschieden, einen "normalen" eintrag zu machen... Ich habe so das gefühl, daß das alles ein zu negatives Bild von mir abgibt. von daher: So "Werke" entstehen nur in bestimmten Phasen, die aber auch nicht regelmäßig kommen, aber meist dann ziemlich schnell vergehen.

Momentan ist so ne "neutrale" Phase. Das heisst es geht mir gut, wenn auch nicht perfekt. Es geht einfach zu viel in meinem Kopf umher, das noch geordnet werden muss. Das wird hoffentlich nicht zu lange dauern.

Ich find das komisch - seitdem ich diesen Blog führe fallen mir andauernd in irgend welchen Notizbüchern alte Texte in die Hände, die ich irgendwann mal geschrieben habe, die aber mit der Zeit in vergessenheit geraten sind

Das ist schon etwas seltsm, weil die lagen jetzt teilweise über Jahre in meinem Zimmer herum.

26.2.07 22:34, kommentieren

FREE?!

I feel like a prisoner

In a land without walls and fences

The Mind is free,

But the body is caught by nothing.

 

I feel alone,

In the middle of a group.

There are lots of people,

But nobody is here at me.

 

I feel like a black point

In the middel of white dots.

The people round look like me,

But I feel I'm different

 

I feel like I'm caught

By an unknown power.

The world around me is moving,

But I am numb.

 

I see the time rising,

But it makes no dfference

What is time?

Why does it has so much power?

26.2.07 22:14, kommentieren

The Road of Life

If life can be seen as a road,

I stand in front of a fork right now.

Both sides can lead to paradise,

but they can be dead-ends, too.

The decision is to be made soon,

without a clue what's gonna come afterwards.

So I'm standing here,

looking to the right and to the left,

not knowing what's the right side to take.

If I'd take one side,

I'd miss the other one.

It's a hard decision to be made.

I know both roads...

I'm looking forward to take the one,

but then I don't wanna leave the other one.

So I stand here,

looking at both of them,

looking which one is the better choice.

BUT IS THERE A RIGHT CHOICE???

22.2.07 22:48, kommentieren

Time...

I see the clouds movin in the sky,

Feel the wind blowing through the woods,

And I start to realize,

That I won't be here for ever .

Time doesn't stop in this world.

No, the clocks keep ticking.

My time here is abut to expire,

My world is going under,

Like the sun in the end of the day.

But I can't be sure that there will be

A sunrise for me in this world.

I'll lose everything, which I got in the last months.

And what I'll leave behind

Will be the smoking ruins in my memories.

It all seems like a game.

But there is no way to restart again.

If it ends once, it's for ever.

My time here is like smoke in the wind,

I see it and feel that it's here,

But I can't stop or even catch it.

There's no way to slow it down.

Just see as it's going away.

It's like someone is pushing me,

Right to the edge of a deep canyon.

When my time here's ending,

I'll fall down the walls,

And get smashed at the bottom,

Which is my old world.

22.2.07 22:40, kommentieren

in the Crowd

Standing in the middle of a crowd.

Everybody around me is dancing,

Talking  and having fun.

But I'm standing there, all alone.

The laughers of the kids around me 

Sound like fearful screams.

Everybody around me is sweaty,

But I feel like an ice cube.

I'm cold and alone, in the middle of a crowd. 

22.2.07 22:26, kommentieren

Anxiety and Hope

Anxiety crawls into the body.

It fells like melted lead, floating through the veins.

Everything's going in slow motion.

The time does not seem to pass by;

Seconds feel like hours, hours like years.

These few days are left to wait,

They feel like eternity.

Why do highly expected moments not come

as fast as they are going, again?

It's the worst torture conceivable...

Are the expectations going to become trie?

Or will it just be another punch into the face?

The incertainty is the melted lead in the veins,

Which create a mental and physical numbnes.

Even in summer it feels cold inside,

And the goose bumps under the sweaty, sunburned skin

Fulfill this complete state of confusion.

There's just one thing to help,

And that's the near future.

It can be remedy for the torn psyche,

Or the final hit that causes the heart to break.

What ever it'll be, it somehow will be a relief.

Because then the time of uncertainty will be over.

But until then it's the the flame of hope,

Which keeps warm, the chilly and torn body.

21.2.07 22:20, kommentieren

Welcome to my mind....

Ich bin mir noch nicht sicher in wiefern dieser Blog ausarten wird, aber ich habe mich mal entschieden ihn zu starten, damit meine Gedanken nicht immer im stillen Kämmerchen bleiben.

Um die Anonymität des Internets wirklich zu bewahren werde ich mich beühen in den Texten, die ich hier poste keine Namen von realen Personen zu verwenden (ich will ja niemanden direkt von den Kopf stoßen - aber die Betroffenen fühlen sich vielleicht angesprochen, falls sie dies lesen sollten) Generell hab ich auch nicht vor, die älterne texte, die ich hier auch raufladen werde, weiter zu kommentieren. Ich glaube sie sprechen alle für sich...

Viele der Texte werden (vorerst) in englisch verfasst sein; das liegt wohl daran, dass ich in dieser Sprache meine Gedanken am besten ordnen und ausdrücken kann.

viel spass beim lesen

21.2.07 22:00, kommentieren