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She died
In the little room
Beside the stairs
Surrounded by small fascinations.
She died
In the little house
On the corner of Right and Wrong
Surrounded by intricate studies.
She died
In the little office
By the theatre downtown
Surrounded by ticking clocks that mean money.
But she died.
She died
In the wall-hole library
By the shimmer-blue ocean
Surrounded by people who lived lives more interesting than she.
She died
In the thriving university
Writing a poem
While life occurred around her.
She died
In her parents' house
In classic suburbia
While the baby cried upstairs.
But she died.
She died
In the middle of battle
For the freedom of a free country
While mudering innocent men.
She died
In her bed,
Next to her husband as he slept,
Dreaming of small fascinations.
She died
In the hospital,
Under the pouring rain,
Surrounded by people she'd known all the time they were living.
But she died.
In the little room
Beside the stairs
Surrounded by small fascinations.
She died
In the little house
On the corner of Right and Wrong
Surrounded by intricate studies.
She died
In the little office
By the theatre downtown
Surrounded by ticking clocks that mean money.
But she died.
She died
In the wall-hole library
By the shimmer-blue ocean
Surrounded by people who lived lives more interesting than she.
She died
In the thriving university
Writing a poem
While life occurred around her.
She died
In her parents' house
In classic suburbia
While the baby cried upstairs.
But she died.
She died
In the middle of battle
For the freedom of a free country
While mudering innocent men.
She died
In her bed,
Next to her husband as he slept,
Dreaming of small fascinations.
She died
In the hospital,
Under the pouring rain,
Surrounded by people she'd known all the time they were living.
But she died.
Literature
Numbers
Dear all the important numbers in my life:
Social security number,
I’ve known you since birth
School year,
I’m glad I outgrew you
Years of my life,
You never match the age of my soul
Credit score,
We’ve had our ups and downs
Years I’ve lived under the same roof,
Never long enough
Library card number,
You’re the most important number of all
Literature
Traumfuge 2
Weit draußen habe ich mich gesehen. Außerhalb von Sinn, Verstand und Verletzlichkeit. Wieder ein Traum.
Ein hell-bläulicher und frostiger Stich vor meinen Augen. Ich betrete eine kalte Lichtung. Vielleicht noch ein bisschen Herbst, kurz vor Winteranfang. Beiwerk und scharf-stehend wie Soldaten: der Wald, der sich seltsam künstlich ansehen lässt. Ich glaube, bald wird er sterben.
Ich laufe weiter, gehe durch einen offenen Schlund des Waldes. Auf dem Boden liegen herabgestürzte, kraklige Äste und dünnes, aber unnachgiebiges Astgestrüpp. Unter meinen Füßen, Schritt für Schritt, zerlaufe ich die schwarz-braune Waldasche mit meinen harten Sohlen
Literature
Please, just anything
I never wanted to.
I tricked my own mind into thinking I could just stop
Stop thinking about you, stop caring about you, stop loving you
And you are still like fluid happiness to me
But I'm not drinking sunlight. just pretty poison.
I don't want to love you
Oh, and you don't even know
How your words mean so much to me
When I'm just someone
I wished I could, but I don't want to
Forget you
Just give me a chance
And release me
Because I don't want to feel that high
And I don't want to feel that low
And I don't want you to make me change my mind
About all those things I used to think
And I don't want you to make me feel so lonel
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"this poem
was the one
who was sitting
on top of the
refrigerator
flipping
beercaps."
--Bukowski
was the one
who was sitting
on top of the
refrigerator
flipping
beercaps."
--Bukowski
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