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Wenn der Mensch im Mülleimer landet…
Wenn am Ende eines Lebens
Nur die Wohnung übrig bleibt,
Wenn sie übereilt verlassen wirkt,
Obwohl sie nicht verlassen wurde
Und ihr Bewohner trotzdem nicht mehr wieder kommt
Dann ist das Ende eines Lebens
Und auch das Ende einer Zeit -
Nicht nur für den Bewohner -
Nun endgültig erreicht.
Denn dieser Mensch hat uns verlassen
Und sich selbst hinterlassen
In Dingen die ihm wichtig war’n,
Die ihn umgaben, definierten
Und die nun nicht mehr seine sind,
Weil sie, an seinen Leib gebunden,
Nur dessen sind, wenn er lebendig ist?!
Nach dessen Tod beginnt kaum dass er in der Erde modert
Oder lichterloh verbrennt - im Krematorium,
Da wandert Hab und Gut bereits in Säcke
Und landet wenig später auf der Deponie.
Hier die Entsorgung, dort … Die Beerdigung?!
Die nichts ist als Entsorgung nur in … „pietätvoll“?
Das sagt man sich, weil man die Toten pflanzt - damit sie … WACHSEN!?!
Nein, man verscharrt sie und verbrennt sie
Wie den Müll, das Hab und Gut
Das nichts mehr wert zu sein scheint,
Ist sein Besitzer auch beseitigt.
Nachdem er aus dem Sack geholt wurde
In den man ihn steckte
Um ihn von seinem Hab und Gut zu trennen
So wie er einst tag ein, tag aus
Als er noch atmete
Das Hab und Gut in Säcken in die Wohnung trug
Und manches Mal kam es in einem Wagen
So wie auch er, in einen Sack gesteckt, in einen Wagen rein
Den Weg antritt heraus aus seinem Leben
Das seine Wohnung war - getrennt von seinem Hab und Gut.
Für immer.
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Bitter
“Your love tastes like a hot coffee in the cold morning— sweet. The bitter flavor is the fact that I don’t drink coffee“
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i can feel you
its a feeling
of an anxious arrival of sorts.
like i know universe,
i know she’s coming of course. she’s something beautiful,
something soft,
something smart.
something you end up loving with all of your heart.
what utter amazement to feel deep down in your soul that she exists.
and my only job is to prepare a home in this.
a home in this heart.
a home free of clutter and hurt.
a home filled with endless imagination, forever kisses and adoration.
she will love all the tiny things about me that others have missed,
and i pray to god she loves The Smiths.
-a.r.t.
a letter to my future wife
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I love you. You love me. That's more than enough. But look around us. Each one of us is secretly waging wars against each other in the name of friendships and family. I wouldn't blame them, you see, cause in the end no matter what, we are bound in a blood pact to save our own skins. Despite the reluctance, we have to survive. Not for you and me, but for themselves. Everyone are busy trying to save themselves first, then come others, next.
©thespearheadpoet
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Corporate Zombie dull and unenthusiastic faces flickering away their wattage of young life to sparse traces glued to their desks in settled sacrilege…
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She Goes On More Than I Do
She Goes On More Than I Do
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She Goes On More Than I Do
She goes on
and on and on
and on
and on and on and on
and on and on
She Goes On
and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on
and on and on
and on
She Goes On And On
and on
and on
and on
and on
and on
even more than I do
more than is right
more than is fair
more than she should
more than is safe
more than is good for us
for either of us
She…
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Another Morning Poem
There was a period, in 2015. When I could not breath But it was because I was holding my breathe — Breathing has not gotten easy, But I have stopped holding my breathe Flick a Bic, hold in your hit, its medical, its legit I’m high every single day, it helps with the dismay Wondering if I may, hold my breath again someday Focus on your breathing, period
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ISIS Crisis
Ever researched about the US creating ISIS,
Or are you too bothered about that Manchester crisis,
And why there’s thousands of children laying lifeless,
Your too busy talking because them apple headphones are wireless.
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Your Art x My Words
We used to stay up all night Like white we were snorting Our future so bright We failed to notice We were about to go cliff diving Thirteen chapters I finished writing We finished fighting Over enticing lightening We spoke honestly about dying And how we've been hiding On one too many nights We were riding Inebriated, too faded To see we were fading And you were sitting there Fishtail braid in your hair Tobacco you exhaled You said "I refuse to fail. I refuse to bail, just because the trail is surrounded by lava." We're surrounded by vodka We gotta sink or swim Bend to break I think we'll live if they see we make Classic masterpieces More beautiful than a diamond Jesus But they die in sequence of who hides their secrets The best. No vest, So if we catch slugs in the chest Just leave us where we rest Right where we lay Just me and my bae
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Wenn aus Menschen Erinnerungen werden...
Kein Gesicht und nur noch Stimme
Doch auch die verblasst so bald
Genügend Zeit verstreicht -
Verstrichen ist Tag ein Tag aus
Denn es gibt kein Zurück -
Nicht mal ein Halt
Nur noch ein Weiter
Das kein Fortschritt ist
Sondern ein Rückschritt
Hinein ins Nichts, in Leere, (tiefste Schwärze)
Kein Entkommen, nur noch Schmerz,
Obwohl auch kein Gefühl mehr da ist;
Das Bild es kommt nicht wieder …
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Treat Her Better
In the long run, between the nightfall and dawn—amongst those late calls and thousandth rendezvous— you eventually acknowledged precisely
Her joke isn’t that silly
Her touch isn’t that soft
Her gaze isn’t that sassy
Her skin isn’t that subtle
Her voice isn’t that serene
Her curve isn’t that shaped
Her rendition isn’t that solid
Her scent isn’t that soothing
Her dictum isn’t that smart
Her thinking isn’t that sexy
Her stance isn’t that strong
Her embrace isn’t that scarce
Her reasoning isn’t that sharp
Her presence isn’t that seducing
Her diction isn’t that sophisticated
/Like mine/
Against all odds, you finally found someone whose affordable heart that meets your love budget. So please treat her better this time, so that she can stay longer.
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Me - Unknown
They can't chase you,
if your not running
You can't jump,
If you've never fallen
I wouldn't be me,
If I had never met you.
- MKLC
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Beautiful lies You left pieces of your love across those sunset parks and stargazing fields waiting at the place where the light of the last shining star would touch the foam of the effervescent tides, hoping that I would somehow, pick them all up, and follow the trail.
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Loss Egos inflated, Emotions wounded, Expectations crushed, Trust vilified, Dreams expunged, Visions barraged, Story archived.
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“Sei bella come quando il sole sorge e la tekno spinge” . . . . #meanwhileinthesuburbs #suburbs #modernpoems #lamorealtempodeirave #modernlove #scrittesuimuri #writingsonthewall #lovequotes https://www.instagram.com/p/BqXJTJUAFDS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jd7x4zik4ktr
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