psychology
Day 1626, lost in action.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t know
what you say
~
but
I understand you
Day 1625, wasted time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I woke up
in a time that stood still
~
floating
suspended by wires
~
somewhere
in mid-air
~
I woke up
in the afternoon
it was time
to go home
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 1623, falling down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Our color stuck out
and they hung us for that
~
that scar extends
till our time
around our necks
~
till we all
imagine the pull
and the pain
of a broken
Day 1622, at last.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The patterns I see
are forming letters
~
the words are there
but I need more distance
~
for the sentence
I need
to turn away
~
and to understand
I have to wait
till I close my eyes
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 1620, news.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stand next
to an alarm bell
~
I don’t hear anything
~
so I assume
all is OK
Day 1619, a hand.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A handprint
in a gravel beach
~
the upcoming tide
hasn’t yet
taken it
away
~
did someone
pushed
themselves up
~
or did they stop
a fall
~
maybe
they just wanted to feel
the cold gravel
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 1616, – – . – -. .-
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are so
many holes
in the stories
they tell
~
that it forms
a solid wall
Day 1615, clear cut.
Day's pictures, Poetry
All the fibers
tore
seamless
in my body
at the same time
~
when you told me
~
it was best
this way
~
a clear cut
and I was
Day 1614, in.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When I look
in the mirror
through your eyes
~
I see the tension
between
Day 1613, I spring.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Each day
around
and around
in circles
a spiral
till the end
working on my bounce
Day 1612, tightened.
Day's pictures
Nochrisis 