when shadows cover the words

When shadows cover the words all that remain are heartbeats woven around seconds, lips now just a silence-bleeding scar, and recycled oxygen. The scent of empty daylight slithers into senses without the slightest hiss ink curdles and not even wolves dare to howl. When shadows cover the words paper breaks under the weight of nothingness … Continue reading

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call me

call me when you’ll be old so old that the only thing making sense to your tired hands will be to open the windows during sunrise and to latch them back at dusk, when any name you’d call will taste round and salty in your voice when it will scratch the silence call me when … Continue reading

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when it’s too hot at night

the moon slides through our fingers like an old and rusty coin oxidized by dreams and by the sour scent of saliva mixed with the stingy one of the sweat – we weave our touches like a rope with which the sandman could hang himself from the beams of heavens and our eyes hurt stab … Continue reading

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Babel love

You’d think that good ol’ Babel mess, Despite the end to seal it, Was like a blessing from above: Because of it we now possess So many ways to utter „love” Though still one way to feel it. And yet, for many human kind’s Evolved and savvy creatures, It’s quite the other way around: According … Continue reading

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In time

Against all ponderable odds the sky is blue today, a blue as deep as that of God’s forgotten depths of heaven, one could say. You look at me, I look at you and none of us does speak – the morning silence (nothing new) allows a smile to blossom and to sneak into the middle … Continue reading

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points

[…] for you see, you and I are like the two tips of a pair of scissors – when we get together, the world through which we go is entirely sheared. but then again, the world can remain whole only as long as those two tips stay together – when they’re apart they’ll shred all … Continue reading

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Don’t let fall go – sonnet

Don’t sweep the fallen leaves, don’t wipe your tears, don’t let this autumn pass a dream too soon, don’t mix the joy of yellow with your fears that it will fade, however, until noon. Don’t let the scent of misty dawns go wasted and let the drizzle soak in tired flow the dust of summer … Continue reading

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Thin borders

Sunlight smashes itself against butterfly wings only to further bounce its remains towards the grains of dust disturbed by my breath – you hush, melting my silence in your own, and you smile, amused by the lack of answers. Somewhere there’s peace between the kings and queens on a chess table – but not on … Continue reading

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The talking rose

I was talking on an evening to a purple velvet rose that was reigning in a glass bowl on a shelf inside my house – I was asking it to sell me out its soul, but I suppose what I offered was too little, what I offered was too useless, what I offered was too … Continue reading

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love me

love me, you tell me, love me until it hurts, until your thoughts coagulate around midnight and you’ll think, calling me, that you grew another voice in your palms, with which you could tame even death. i look at you without saying a word. outside it’s raining – a summer rain smelling like mint and … Continue reading

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