Tag: reflection

Attempt 67

I don’t care
About what you’re constantly sharing,
Or how you’re faring.
Like – damn – just live your lives for a second.

You’re updating everyone
About your wine –
And you whine
That the sun won’t shine,
But it’s an absolute crime
How much you’re wasting my time.

You’re muted –
Attention refuted,
I’ll see you tomorrow

To do this all again.

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 Wait

Maybe the hooded man will chop off my head,
And it drops with the raindrops as I lie there –
Dead.

Or maybe my life he will spare,
And instead –
He’ll only strike a hair.

The wind blows.
My eyes close
And I turn white as a ghost.
Out of spite
I say my own last rite.

I’m still afraid
Of the days that I faced,
The fate that awaits
And the axe that is raised.

Hangover Cure

What a hangover it was.
The endless sick feeling –
And tears when I could find no relief.
It’s no surprise that it ended this way,
After getting drunk on the daily –
Caught in an ever present pink haze
And dancing in the purple rain.
The worst part was the cure
As they were some tough pills to swallow.
But I got them down
And got up.

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 Silent Fall

I remember having my arms around you
In a cocoon of comfort,
As my breath ran down your spine.
Neither of us knew if it would last a life time,
But at least it lasted till the end of that morning;
Before the sun fell out of the sky,
And it flew to me like a reverse Icarus.

The knot that kept us tied together,
Was undone before it could be secured.
But it may be for the better,
Or else the impact would have been much worse.
Now it was a mere meteorite
Falling from the greatest height
That stopped me from falling further,
But it arrived without a single sound.

Only my footsteps,
The wind blowing through the trees
And a few golden leaves,
Floating carelessly
To accompany me
At the moment of devastation.

I hope that at least
Someone was there with you,
Maybe that silly goose,
When you told me that final truth.

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.