Tag: creative

On the Wrong Track

I’m listening to sad songs
Because there’s something wrong
In my head and I’m sad
All the time and not fine
When I want to end my bloodline with me
And can’t see how I can be free.

It’s a constant continuation
Of frustration
But I’m not hiding –
Fighting it as I just sit
And take it but I don’t fake it
Even though I wish I could

Get off at the next station
And leave this train of thought
But the ticket I bought was misunderstood
And now I don’t know what to do.

Sad Salesman

I sold a smile with zero commission –
It’s the tale of the sad salesman.
Going door to door
On different shores –
So sure that it would be okay.

It was a day to day basis,
And I stayed on this path –
No matter the waves and phases
That I faced.

But it’s time for a career change
And to change my ways.
So that finally I can reach a place
Where instead of chasing the sun –
And its face,
It will smile down to me
And let me breathe
Freely.

Waves of Fire

I get so tired
Of the tiredness –
Of walking on coals 
With fires under my feet.

The flames reach my face
But I am falling asleep,
As it’s just the same 
As yesterday.

A small relief
When I can breathe –
Just for a brief moment,
Before the fire fills my lungs.

I can see the waves, far away
And up close, as they close
In on me once more –
Same as before.

The Red Waters

The emotions crash like waves.

I used to dismiss them
As a coping mechanism –
But now I have jumped off the boat
And I have to keep my head afloat.

Dark waters as far as my eyes can see –
It seems even the stars have left me
And I have to use my energy sparingly
So I can breathe,
But the wounds have started to bleed.

The scars from the past are open
And the waters are turning red
All around, without a sound –
As the blood pours out.

But it is a release – a relief
And I start to believe
I can ride the waves
With this lesser weight,
And find my way.

The Rapids of Life

I’m stuck in the rapids,
Tumbling through the water,
With the occasional moment of rest
When I float with the current
And let it carry me along.
I don’t blame you,
Myself
Or anyone else.

This river that I’ve fallen into
Can never find its peace
And shatters me to pieces
Time after time.
The rope that would pull me out
Stays out of reach,
But maybe that’s for the better.

I need to learn how to swim
And hold my breath;
But at times like these
When it pulls me under
Again and again,
I want to close my eyes
And let go.

A Hair

Written in the morning, at a windy busstop.

I found one of your hairs again,
Clinging desperately to my shirt in the wind.
I remember coming home and finding more
Sticking to my socks because you barely clean your floor;
But they were a part of you
Even when we’d be apart.

I’m going to miss those grumpy groans of yours,
And how your hair would look like loose hay in the morning;
Or those overbearing yawns that sound like a cow just walked into the room.

Every day with you I found something new to love,
Another thing to remember and appreciate.

But now
That chapter has also met its end,
And it’s time for the story to continue.

I pluck the hair off my shirt
And let the wind carry me away.

The Wave

The wave goes through the motion,
And with the power of the ocean
Sweeps it all away.
These great powers at play,
But I wonder if he is still there:
Alone with his soul laid bare.
I cast my eyes down in a fearful anticipation,
And look upon the space with a sense of hesitation…
But there is nothing left: he’s gone,
And moved on to the great beyond.

Rain Dance

Dancing on the rain
Without a care in the world.
Drop to drop,
Step to step,
In tune with the uncaring clouds,
And the beat of those longing heart strings.

It all leads to you.
And here we are:
Our heads held high,
Facing the sun in the sky;
Basking in the never ending beams of light
That only meet our eyes.