Day 1630, judge me.
Day's pictures, Poetrypicture
Day 1628, rise.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes you look
early in the morning
and the sun
tells you a truth
~
and it looks beautiful
Day 1626, lost in action.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t know
what you say
~
but
I understand you
Day 1624, sitting still in silence.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The roof over me
was slowly
corroding
away
~
a first sunbeams
soon
circled
around me
~
and it woke me
when it lit me
~
I moved out
floated around
till you finally
lifted me
up
Day 1621, pushed.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My opinion
got ripped
out of me
~
it still hangs there
attached to the wall
~
I think
my time
pushed me
Day 1618, seven.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A black dot
erased
~
standing at the end
of a long sentence
~
not
so he could write on
~
but
to deny him
a new line
Day 1617, lines.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We are still
hanging around here
~
trying
to fit in
the lines
~
I wish
someone outlined
an other place
for us
Day 1614, in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I look
in the mirror
through your eyes
~
I see the tension
between
Day 1612, tightened.
Day's pictures
I will probably
not change
from the past
~
I tightened it
once down
and the paint
covering it
is dry
and still there
Day 1611, looking.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I sit
and look
like an eagle
~
watching what you do
hiding like a shadow
behind you
~
I search for
my
insecurity
in you
Day 1610, overrated.
Day's pictures
I like your embrace
it feels like cold
steel wires
hugging me
~
warmth
is overrated
when you live
in a cold world
~
lets be honest
Day 1608, fell.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A dividing wall
lay flat
on a corrugated
blood soaked
metal floor
~
there are no people here
they are long gone
mending their wounds
~
the wall fell
but who
will raise it again
Day 1606, public transport.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We should all
be waiting
for the bus
~
and take the time
to enjoy
the ride
alone
and together
~
because you may
never reach
your destination
Day 1605, home.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A new home
for the day’s
that are still
~
hiding
in the room
with no roof
~
where I look
trough a new window
Day 1604, up or down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I cannot tell
if what is going in
is going up
or down
~
I know
the answers
are coming out
often
undigested
Day 1603, patterns.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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