The windows in this building
seem to stare in silence
in different directions
maybe to an outside
maybe not
Day 2303, looking for.
Day's pictures, Poetrylife
Day 2302, attractive.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Every scene
has it's attraction
but also it's limits
Day 2300, wondering.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I've seen this storage place
but not all that is inside
I wonder if there is still any one
that has
I also wonder why this wonders me
these things we never talk about
Day 2299, when.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You know when the sun shines you never know when the sun shines
Day 2298, to feel.
Day's pictures
Old parts inside of me
the parts that drive me
are visible
for all to feel
Day 2297, I am.
Day's pictures, Poetry
These days we all fly as individuals
Day 2296, my light.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Look from the couch
from my angle
the light is bright
today
as also you can see
but my angle
not
Day 2295, around me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I started growing
at just some point
and everything around me
moved away
Day 2294, games of the.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The unknown stares you in your eyes mind and plays with you a solitary game
Day 2293, we.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are not always there
when our brain presents us
with an answer
with the form
we take as our own
wishful guess or certainty
Day 2292, an unknown urge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The house I live in on an angel
is leaning me outside
I resist and insist
holding tight
to something unknown
and close
to me
Day 2291, life.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Day 2290, intricate.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I love the nets that once caught me
they are made so delicate
by hand
~
each knot
in this net
has a story
have you ever thought about that
Day 2289, gone with the
Day's pictures, PoetrySometimes you expect something
even hope for it
Day 2288, colorfully stuck.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I get so distracted
when I try to look
inside
~
your colorful hide
something inside
is clearly hidden
~
come play outside
lets paint your house
then let me in
to help you open
that window
the one that is
obviously
broken
Day 2287, resentment.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My façade might look dirty to you
my thoughts inside to dark
~
but you holy man
with your mowed lawns and trimmed thoughts
a fifth column of tyrants disguised
~
you might find the likes of mine
everywhere and detest
pouring your world of petty resentment
into our rejection
~
you might seem to win
for now
and await the return of the heimat
and 1933
but the young of mind will more than ever
forget your past
you
and deny all of us your hateful gods
~
progress is not just a word
an act
or a wish
it’s something that happens
rolling downhill to a better place
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