Category: Poetry

While I was drowning in tears, pinned to the bed,  a very loud voice said in my head: “Being born is the worst thing that could happen  and it already...

“Who are you then?” “I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.”  -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Within a d...

No sleep in countless days awareness addles the forlorn mind repeating horrific moments and I pray to the point I don’t believe they’re mine. To be at peace wit...

My flesh is made of matter: a house of cards that shatters when the uncontrollable vibrations swirl the self in drastic situations, impossible for particles to ...

Drink to cutting a pieceDrink to the almighty kissDrink to taking a pissFor I drink to silence and peace! There’s never been an “after” beforeThere’s never an e...

Is it a scrabble or a sound?Is it a rope that ties you to the ground?Is it an image of a lost internal link?Is it the weariness that makes eyes blink? …What is ...

With a weak and drowsy head limbs still sleepy, almost dead, I woke up on a silent winter day and at once decided inside to stay. Bored I mourned my blemish sou...

Good night, goodnight, my little knight, my dear knight of dreams or so it seems… “What will happen now?” “No, don’t frown…” I say: “Good night, goodnight now t...

I close my eyes… Everything liesyou open your eyesEverything diesThe Ego is goneStone over stoneDeath dries up the tearsShe doesn’t wear heelsWhispers in ...

Once upon a time was born a feeling, which soon grew and frolicked among people freely. Made them drunk and happy, day and night, and shone on them like no othe...