Used to

Living life

and never 

getting used to it.

Stone wings

Wings? 

Yes! She got wings.

Beautiful, huge and strong.

But made of stone. 

Be

The last stab.

The last push.

It's done.

She's officially dead. 

She'll never smile anymore

nor talk or write.

She'll not answer anymore

nor cook or sing.

She'll never run anymore

nor shower or sleep.

She'll never be anymore.

Rectangles

Spinning and spinning and spinning 

in squares designed by others 

running on the edges 

hitting on the walls 

wondering why it hurts 

feeling wrong things, they tell me

knowing it’s not what it should be 

but it shouldn’t be like that 

so I run triangles in circles 

hitting on the edge wondering why. 

Maybe rectangles?

Hickups

I am an artist

I make art

I am art

I am mad

I am sad

I am am am am am am hickups. 

I am desperate

I am hopeful

I see with my heart

and feel with my eyes

and eat with my soul

and cry with my smile

and hear with my hands

and here.

I am 

twice inside myself

I am too much for me

and not enough for you.

I am am am am am am am hickups.

Own

It’s right!

Wrong!

It’s good! 

Bad!

It’s hot! 

Cold!

It’s sweet! 

Sour! 
I need it! NO!
I want it!! NO!
It's mine! 
My own!

My own mistake.

My own disgrace.

My own burden.

My chance!

My desire.

My own.

Unfair

There are just fairytales. 

No fair tales.

Black Bird

His soul dances in his eyes

 his heart sings 

a beautiful melody of melancholy.

Searching his essence everywhere.

The battle he fights against everyone

is nothing 

compared to the battle he fights

against himself.

He’s like a black bird in a cage

singing of freedom and liberty.

He is strengthening his wings.

Just wait,

wait to see

where this bird is going!

The melody it’ll be singing

of his quest

of happiness and freedom. 

Just wait and see.

Lemon Juice Balls

Where the fuck have all the heroes gone?

Don’t you guys care?

Do you guys not fight anymore?

Are your tiny little balls empty?

Balls full of lemon juice?

All you do is run to the hills and hide.

And you think you’re smart!

And you think it’s the best strategy!

Let me tell you, stupid assholes: 

It’s not a bloody strategy!

It’s gutlessness!

Cowardice!

It’s childish and ridiculous.

Stand up and fight!

Yes, you might die in the battle.

But if you hide, you’re already dead.

Dream

Like a nightmare

where your heart races

and you feel the bumping blood 

on the inside of your skull

you must run

but where to?

You're at the wrong place

but you're home!

You sweat 

you're breathing is heavy

your mind shows you pictures

of disgrace and evil

and your chest gets tight.

This horrible nightmare!

Again and again

you try to wake up.

Suddenly you notice:

you are awake.