Wednesday, May 17, 2017

after midnight

seasons change
things turn
into poetry again

i find myself in dense situations
after midnight
when the house sleeps
he visits
always after midnight

i tried to erase
his impressions from my skin
slowly while waking
next to his fearful dreams
in anticipation of endings
without closure

for months on end
many moons watched over me
watched how i fed
myself to his hunger
now i am half the being
i was before

a stranger knocks on my door
walks into my prayer room
i let him in, let him see
my collection of marbles
shattered on the floor
every single one of them

every now and then
i must cut myself open
must swallow thick blood
memories that once made me smile
now stain my lips, my cheeks
my tongue is too heavy
to rhyme or to sing

i am human tragedy
drowning repeatedly
waves, skyscraper-high
crushing down on me
can you imagine the cruelty
of a single one of them?
they left me
here on purpose

he watched that
he stood at the window with the moon
he knocked on my door
he knows every thing

come and cut fruits for me instead
feed me sweet new melodies

after midnight
the sound of your song
is a safety zone
i feel sane here
without fear and madness
inside the voice of your poem
may i?
sleep next to you, stranger
and your warming fire
watch you from afar
as siblings do

i remain white
silent inside my storm
i promise i am really trying
to be wild and dancing
full of life again
i promise one day
i will again
be colourful and smiling

Friday, May 12, 2017

two metal blades

life presses
a soul to the ground

turns her
into a helpless bug

pedaling, first hastily
with time slowing down

her cumulated feelings

to two main sentiments
and their variant forms of absence

two metal blades
tightly merged with each other

inside a funneled

fear and love
their absence


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

leftover liabilities

in early morning hours, dreams
haunt us
into trials of our imperfections
scar under my eye
eternal leftover
that once meant eternal love
now a pathway of tears
into every woman‘s cup
hidden under windows
geared towards the moon
about density of heartbeats
strange new rhythms housing silent moods
I am scared of speaking
to you, my forsaken dream
nothing is real outside
the velvet fabric
covering my sleep
i hear sorrow
in your words and cry into the melody
of a woman‘s voice
drenching my tiny room's wall
with songs about her longing and her pain
who can sleep
when the air is dense
with the heat of arguments that
remain unspoken
remain uncared for
wounded bleeding feet
carry us 
into fire
into gleaming heat
leftover liabilities
keep walking
keep your head up
search for that gorge
at the end of every creek
until you find what your soul asks for
until she is satisfied
and lets us
in her giant lap
where finally we
may halt in embrace
and fall
into deep condoning sleep

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Saturday, March 11, 2017


Ich erinnerte dich
Es waren einmal
Du und ich, heute
Ermattet, vergilbte
Es waren einmal
Du und ich, damals
Ein Fenster, angelehnt
Die Asche fiel
Neben den Becher
Deine Augen, tiefer
Der Regen
Du und ich
Neben einander
Du und ich
Die Augen tiefer
Der Regen
Am Fenster
Die Asche fiel
Es waren einmal

Geräumig, mein Haus

Wir sprechen wieder von Anfängen
Ersten Malen, ganz unschuldig
Aufs Neue, geräumig, mein Haus
Der Mond malt ein Lied für mich
Ich schaue ihm dabei zu
Warte geduldig auf den Morgen

Ins nasse Gras

Zog Stufen von der Decke
Während er die Geige stimmte
Schluchzte in die immer gleiche Anfangsfuge
Nichts drang mehr an mein Ohr
Alles war jetzt viel zu weit
Gegangen, weiter noch als je zuvor
Ein Fremdes blieb stumm vor mir
Eine dunkle Pfütze längst vergilbter Schmelze
Reste nur, nicht mal mehr Erinnerung
Schwang einen Mantel Schnee um mich
Zu wärmen meine frierende Gestalt
An seiner blauen Kälte

Darunter drängten Glöckchen
Setzte mich ins nasse Gras
Dem rauschenden Fest
Dem vorigen Jahr

Vogelnester krallten sich 
An Zweige
Rutschte ab und krallte mich
An meterhohe Wellen
Zwischen Sonnenstrahl und Tümpelgrund
Tat sich ein Schlund auf
Im Stadtgartenteich 
Gibt es jetzt wohlgenährte Enten
Sie treffen sich
Sie treffen sich

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Er ist nun ein Anderer

Sie rissen ihm die Haare vom Kopf
Kahlschlag im Morgentau
Der Winter hat die Bäume verschluckt
Hinter mir der Lärm von Sägen

Ich gehe mutlos heim
Der Wald steht still und traurig da
Bin wieder für mich allein
Er ist nun ein Anderer

Thursday, January 05, 2017

a silent frequency

soft skin
tucked to your shoulder
gazing eyes
tiny reflections
a moving star?
endless void?
winter‘s icy dust
foretelling tomorrow‘s dreams.
foretelling tomorrow‘s screams.
only calculations
we can never be sure

can u hear the sound
my fluttering lung
breathing into your chest
i am tripping on you
dream along, my lover!
universe‘s vastness
is without end
we do not exist
beyond imagination
meaning is illusion
dust blocking my ear

feel the vibes
no one can hear
falling apart
new frequencies
i am
humming along
i am
not a singer
teach me
how to be
a musician‘s silent muse
dancing on
fragile lines
no one
has been humming before

intricate memories
carving a house we call home
inside our hearts
cold and empty rooms
filled with the warmth of rhythms
hugging us
an undercoat in winter
cooling us
in summer like the sea

oh lover, why?
do you choose to be freezing
choose to be burnt
is there a melody
when every answer is silence
we only can be
swinging along
a silent frequency
that no one will hum
and millions will hum
after we are gone