We don’t know how to be people
a nation of people
pretending to be important enough
without talking to each other
pursuing own interests
because of short term thinking
we feel high
because of likes and approval
conflate fame with value
and equate it with truth
even though deep down we know
its not really true
unable to cope with unpleasant moments
and hiding behind our phones
so
take what you want of me
take all what you can take
while watching me falling apart
‘cause I was following my heart
but I was running in the dark
now I ask you one last time
to kiss me
in the greatest storms
in the pouring rain
before we all
become insane
Poetry
Demoted
she was once a flower
still blooms in her heart
buttering the future
she was once a teacher
she was good at what she did
being adored and respected
she was once on the run
because of war
because of persecution
seeking more from life’s path
she’s now the underdog of society
cleansing desolate corridors
mere “tolerance“ extended her way
her education dismissed
carrying the weight of the world
she had never chosen to bear
she was once seen as a human
now molded into something else
although we’re complaining
about a lack of skilled workers
she was demoted
for we choose to shoulder more
instead of sharing ground
can you see her around
?
Mis(s)understanding
you miss my attitude and mindset
and I miss touching you
you miss my thoughts and ideas
and I miss your scent
you miss my jokes and silliness
and I miss hearing you
you miss my stories and tales
and I miss seeing you
you miss talking to me
and I wish
you would miss me the same way
I miss you
ICQ
I was texting you on ICQ
& all i remember was the sound
most messages were from you
& it used to make me smile
& feelings grew
somehow we never made it
timing’s thread, i guess
when I was ready, you walked away
when you were ready, I couldn’t stay
i stumbled upon your letter last year
revealing that you liked me
& sometimes i found myself
almost texting you
i Know It’s called life
& you built a wall
but missing someone
is part of it too
Yellow post-it
it was a simple
square of paper
it was
yellow by the way
“don’t make it too obvious“
and I did as my friends say
asking you
if you wanna go running
sometime
?
and your answer
it felt like a dream
it was so simple
and sweet
saying
you are looking forwad
to my slipstream
Illusion
Leaves are falling and I wish we could clean the air I am still calling and nights are filled with despair wondering whether certain things can only exist in a certain time? the moment I felt your lips the moment we were fine and the moment you left I realised you won’t ever be mine distracted with yourself you were colouring my mind and I was wondering if there is any chance you could see me too? I feel your eyes but I am falling through and I wonder if this is all just to fall apart? and if this feeling of magic you gave me would ever return? it seems so difficult to find maybe ‘cause it was all made up in my mind ?