And then you start falling with the snow...
Captured by its wings of endless purity...
But at the end of all the intrigued memories...
You will always find yourself to melt...
Mesmerized back as liquefied water...
Pale as blue like the crystal clear sky...
Rising above the condensated clouds...
Then releasing all its wrath and hatred...
Back once again as the plain liquid...
Incinerated by the furnace of the sun...
Tormented high up with its infuriating blaze...
But back again as the normal taste of water...
Its unknown innocence lies beneath us...
Just so transparent as the pale canopies of the sky...
Still the same all throughout...
Despite of all the millions of seasons we have...
Vanity washes through towns and through people
It crashes like a wave into our pre-conceived notions of "Beauty"
What is beauty but a pedestalled word;
given weight by it's own overuse to describe those who secretly hide behind
Masks which they paint on each morning...
I wonder what's heavier - The anchor in the shallows or being adrift at sea.
You stand up tall
Keep your chin up high
Show no fear
You act tough in front of everyone
Make people hate you
You pretend you don’t care what they say
People stare at you and you stare back
But it’s only a mask
You hide in the shelters of yourself
You cower in the corner of your mind
You built a castle around yourself
Let no one pass
But what will you do if I knock upon the door
Will you turn me away?
Or will you let me know you
Tear down your walls
The colorful village is now a monochrome white
The fire crackles emitting warmth and light
In the humble home of the once child of spring
Is an old bedridden man, still and waiting
The winter is harsh, ever so cold
Not a trace left of the youth so bold
From the man in bed now frail and weak
The winter is harsh indeed
But, weak and old as he may be
Look into his eyes and you can see
That though the seasons have passed him by
Even with the knowledge that he soon will die
In his eyes are remnants of a life well spent
A life of joy, sorrow, and fulfilment
An airport.
A men sits,
leg crossed,
on his seat.
He is completing
for his office-job,
some paper work,
but his pen
hits the paper,
softly and fast;
he cannot write,
for his mind is elsewhere,
his thoughts mixed up,
with the noise.
The chit-chatting
and complainings,
We say we would do anything,
yet when they ask we say no,
And we don't even say it directly because we wouldn't bare the shame of this repeated lie,
wouldn't admit that we'd just run and hide like cowards,
choose us over them,
and afterwards not even punish ourselfs with blame.
We say we would hold on to them until we'd witness our last dawn,
yet when a charming opportunity crosses our way,
we'd take it straight away,
oh we wouldn't even turn and think.
wouldn't stay long enough to try to explain,
or to say sorry because apologizing didn't even came into our brains.
We say we love them,
yet when a small argue irritates us,
we'd think about lonelyness in a over-romanticized way,
She lays in bed, drowning in the sun. Wishing the cloud would come around.
She gets up and drive to the near-by coffee shop.
Gets herself her daily dosage of cold coffee and goes home.
Clouds roll around and she lays in bed.
Watching the clouds, 1 by 1.
Sitting back and relaxing.
Drinking her cold coffee and smoking her last cigarette.
The nature around me is so still,
I can hear...
Nothing but the still,
Quietness of the world.
Not a sound to be heard
Except the wind blowing through the leaves
And the soft chirping of birds.
The long and twisting roads
Are confusing and tiresome.
I wonder which way to go,
I turn right,
I turn left,
When will I get home?
Where is home?
There is no one in the streets,
The town stands silent,
Waiting for a sound,
Waiting.
The buildings loom overhead,
A vine grows up on one wall.
The sky is blue,
And puffy clouds drift over it.
It's completely
Silent.
The trees wave in the wind,
The breeze feels cool against my skin.
The light shines through the trees onto my face.
All is quiet and calm.
I can finally relax,
Forget life's troubles and just
Breathe.
It's the end of the day,
It's the end of the day,
The light is soft on my cheek,
The sun is low in the sky,
It's afternoon.
The sun is nearly gone,
The sun is nearly gone,
It's on the rim of the horizon,
It's slowly lowering,
It's sunset.
Now the sun is gone,
Now the sun is gone,
The first stars are glowing,
The moon is rising,
It's twilight.
The moon is high in the sky,