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A wise man's curse“Welcome to the Wise Man’s Madhouse, we will take care of you.
Don’t worry about the world in here, cause no one knows what’s true.”
The wise man nods his head.
He knows it very well.
But isn’t that the very thought that turns life into hell?
He studied hard, he crossed the world.
Has seen what’s there is to see.
But now he starts to doubt about how happy he would be.
If he hadn’t seen it all, if it has stayed unknown.
Has it truly all been worth to lose his stepping stone?
He lost his ground, he lost his faith.
He even lost his guide.
Because to every bit of truth, there is another side.
Now he’s living in this place where everything seems strange.
His thoughts have made him crazy, he is feeling out of place.
Is being empty-headed truly so much worse?
Cause fading in delirium is a wise man’s curse.
Who has the right to be human?Human rights. Everybody heard the phrase and they might even be able to give a few examples of those rights. Like the right on food and clean water. Good education and health care. To most people who read this it will seem commonly accepted, but it is not. To many people in this world human rights are not universal. Did you ever wonder how this is possible?
The problem with human rights is the fact not every person is qualified as a human. Children are being drowned in the wet concrete of a building, to please the gods. Simple because they are children. They are too young to hold any real value. Since they are thought of as replaceable and disposable, they make the perfect sacrifice. And this is not the only way children are devalued. They are bound or caged in their houses without any contact outside their family. Sometimes children are even dumped on their own without anybody to talk to. Mostly because they are mentally or physically disabled.
During my time in Uganda I met a girl wh
The kid with the baggage"My suitcase is open, what will you add?"
" Nothing, I'll help you to carry it instead."
You smiled as you tried to convince me it's true,
You know what the problem is? They said it too.
They turned over the suitcase, emptied on the floor.
It made me feel lighter. Then they reached for the door.
But before they left, they turned around,
To put back all the garbage they found on the ground.
I tried to stop them, to close up in time.
But they knew how to open that suitcase of mine.
Now I'm on my journey. Mess keeps spilling out.
'The suitcase stays closed' is the last thing I vowed.
Dancing on the leavesLightly dancing on
a tip of the leaf
Close to the edge
like in a dream
Faster and faster
she swirled around
but nobody found
A reason to tell it
would be over soon
When she grows up
loses her youth
For now she keeps singing
believes in her dreams
Not old enough yet
to slip off the leaves
Young Little BirdYoung little bird wants to learn how to fly.
Get out of the cage, reach up to the sky.
Restrictions forced her to stay where she's born.
She hides in her dreams, wakes up and mourns.
When she's released once at a time,
People will notice she grew up inside.
Struggling she will make all her dreams true.
But how will she ever gain trust back in you?
ConfusionThe fact you were my friend,
Is complicated now.
I wish I could stop caring,
But I don't know how.
The fact you were my friend,
Was special since I won't
Let a lot of people close to me.
Now you're the reason why I don't.
The fact you were my friend,
means you're not anymore.
Though I don't know how to turn away
And leave this time, no more.
The fact you were my friend,
Doesn't mean you'll always be.
Sure, I'll never hate on you,
But you don't know how I bleed.
GoodbyeSeven years of pain went by
And now I write this last goodbye.
I am so proud of what you did.
How you helped and taught us
With everything that went wrong.
But still you smiled, kept going on.
You didn't lose
You just stopped living.
We will and can not stop the missing.
One day too
We all will be as strong as you.
HomeWandering on the streets tonight,
People hiding from the lights.
A scratch, it burns, claws so deep.
The truth is out there can't you see?
One step further in the dark,
You will always wear these marks.
You gasp, a shock, straight to the bone.
Oh please don't!
Leave me alone.
There is no hideout, no safe room,
So I wish, please take me home...
Someone specialThey told me to leave it,
To forget about you
But I know that's impossible,
No one gets me like you do
You know what I mean,
without a single word
And everytime you're leaving
You've got to know it hurts
I don't want to loose you
I won't give you up
I just want to hold you
And give you all my love
For now I keep on dreaming
They can't take my faith away
I will always love you, I promise
We will meet someday...
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braiding
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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