Objects
that we use
are made
for us
~
picture
Day 1351, only.
Haiku, Poetry
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1350, inner.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My
inside
cries
dines from
the grey
and lusty tones
Day 1348, leafs.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Leafs
dead and alive
are magical
if you think
about it
~
there are billions
of them
Day 1347, from hard to soft.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I have
these hard lines
that I endlessly
repeat
as to
soften the world
for
my
digestion
Day 1346, sad rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
What
did people do
when
they where sad
before
there was glass
with
rain seeping down on it
Day 1345, next door.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They grew up
in other
parts
and found
each other
~
build
from the same
in difference
forms
~
they can only
stare
at others
warped
reflections
Day 1344, flow.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes
you need the blood
flow
to your head
to
under-
stand
Day 1341, looking far ahead.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I go down
from this height
I slowly loose
the route
I chose
to follow
Day 1340, around.
Day's pictures, Poetry
This massive
rock
slowly tumbles
through space
around the force
that caught
it
~
with no end
in sight
only
for some limited
time
a life
out of these rocks
appreciated
this all
Day 1339, window.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Through a dirty
window
the sun
goes under
several
times
Day 1338, sea.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing still
on a beach
only breadth
is
reflecting
in
your mind
Day 1336, darknes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
They turned off
their light
~
insight
~
I can’t see
~
just
dark eyes
Day 1335, a … world.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In an upside
up world
~
the wind also blows
from the left
at some point
Day 1334, standing.
Day's pictures, Poetry
On top of the hill
I look back
and turn around
Day 1332, left hanging.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Nochrisis 