I was cooking the other day
and sorrows where thinking for me,
between the damp and smoke.
It’s a mess, said my room
up there, in my thoughts
where I stare at the walls.
Nochrisis
Poetry
Day 1088, out there.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It comes from under the door
from far, driven by the wind
What it is? That’s waiting out there.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1086, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Randomly ordered objects
forgotten purposes
exposed in bright lost daylight
Nochrisis
Day 1085, waiting.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting for the reflection
to disappear
and swim
in molten ice.
Nochrisis
Day 1084, mine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting alone.
In this man-made building,
that is now mine.
Nochrisis
Day 1083, clouds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Shadows slowly take over the last hour of the day
drifting from sea heavy laden clouds come to engulf
and feast on what’s left of the warmth in the valleys.
Nochrisis
Day 1082, Cold mountains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1081, cat and mouse.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A cat, goes around
a corner in the house.
–
A mouse, turns around
a corner in the house.
–
Both, they stand still
waiting, for the chase.
Nochrisis
Day 1080, for all the woman.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The dark flower.
All of life’s forces used.
Towering over
looked down on
alone
Nochrisis
Nina Simone, I wish I knew how it would feel to be free
Day 1079, A morning at the kindergarten.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Big empty canvas. Paint
12 different colors. Paint
–
Sleeves rolled up. Paint
Squeezing tubes. Paint
–
Little fingers play. Paint
Fantasy smeared. Life.
–
Nochrisis
Day 1078, innocent.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A heritage sunken in darkened clouds
grabs my roots to anchor me underneath
to never see the sky innocent
Nochrisis
Day 1077, fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
Nochrisis
Day 1076, water colors.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A big table with thousands of beautiful colors
where time slows down, stands still and looks at you
at the fantasy that forms by a vibrant mind
Nochrisis
Day 1075, 1976.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My thoughts from when I was four
to get the paint on my hands
and never get it off
Nochrisis
Day 1074, I look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a peephole I look
afraid, and see a dark forest.
The door won’t open.
Nochrisis
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