Day 1611, looking.
Day's pictures, Poetrypsychology
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 1609, look at it.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I like to look
at shadows
~
they show you
how the world
is
~
when you don’t want to
look at it
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 1607, water hose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We’ll keep them
hanging around
even though
they are cut up
in so many pieces
that they are
useless
~
you can no longer
water your soil
with them
~
my dear old
arguments
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
Some patterns
I think
are making me
~
dizzy
~
when I look at
them
Day 1602, grass.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Maybe
the colors are drained
from the world you see
into the abyss
you feel
inside
~
but
a grey field of grass
still feels
green
when you think of it
Day 1601, dragged.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I don’t want
to give you cover
no longer
against the rain
~
but I am still
leaving
dragged down
by the forces
that kept me
with you
Day 1600, illuminate.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The otherworldly
shines
above all
in the shadows
of time
~
but it doesn’t
illuminate
Day 1599, stares.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I stare at the lever
it stares back
~
I want to grasp
and turn
it
~
but I like
the limbo
Day 1598, broken.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The broken rope
haunts me
~
your failure
my guilt
~
my fear
your reality
~
I will try
to hide the rope
Day 1597, urge.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The windows
I look through
al look
at the same
~
in the one window
I can see it all
a bit more
from the right
~
in the other
from the left
~
and from the window
in the middle
it all comes straight
towards me
and then I feel
an urge
Day 1596, dangerous.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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