#124 (doubt wields the sharpest knife)

photo cedit: Matthias Geh
photo cedit: Matthias Geh

cut me

I am white paper

bleeding triangles

onto your pristine carpet


dreaming

about the kiss

of a needle

wasting my seconds

exhaling despair


into the grey

my thoughts idling

on a downhill track

a familiar horror

doubt wields the sharpest blade

31st January 2017
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#123 (kisses to the gutter)

invaders
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

I shaped a brick

from toxic waste

oozing through the commentary

of a redundant conversation

I tried fitting it into the wall

quietly hoping it would stick

and make it fall


whereabouts unknown

the sea took all its tolls

the fare was measured heavily

fat cats gave birth to trolls

inside the fortress waving

a torchlight made of pain

the ghosts of the forgotten

a silent choir remained


beyond the wires smiling

their faces shone unburned

weaving some propaganda

no page was left unturned

blew kisses to the gutter

and watched them float away

lost words I barely stuttered

in cellars of decay


28th January 2017

#122 (winter sun, my rare acquaintance)

shadows-a

devouring daylight

burning hours

like the sun hydrogen

your wooden face

covered with frost flowers


enigmatic enzymes

breaking down overtime

naps on moth-eaten sofas

reclaiming the quiet with a bang

nostrils flaring spewing snot


essential oils

my blood tinted green

discouloured veins sparkling

winter sun, my rare acquaintance

my feelings floating

pickled in my frozen smile


26th January 2017

#120 (skinned passion)

laser
photo credit: Matthias Geh

you skinned my passion

and pinned it to the wall

nowhere near and my feet

broke while breaking my fall


my heart bleeding glitter

all my worries were raving

fame and fortune you were craving

and I unfollowed twitter


love was blind

I could see then

all the legends were true

as I shut down the unkind

my tongue kept turning blue


sacred places I’ve seen

while unholy nights doomed

in the void and between

silent ravagers loomed

on the skin in my hands

some fresh scars badly healed

and my mind turned to quicksand

all your keepsakes were sealed


*20th January 2017


 


 

#119 (accountants of misery)

candle
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

dribble

one silken drop

missed the tip of his tongue

he’s parched senseless

wandering the wasteland

of withheld wishes


the sound of shells

crunching under his feet

shattering like his illusions

relinquished splinters cut

into his bare soles

leaving a scarlet trail

in wet sand


nowhere

nobody singing

for the lost ones

gone astray in the murk

we count the dead

we count our money

accountants of misery

he’s planting dandelion seeds

on vanity and greed


*17th January

#118 (freefall)

alien-boy
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

freefall

of the subconscious

plunging into thick darkness

no more thought

mere fragments and

floating images


the door of the house I used to live in

some old coins in my sweaty hands

waiting to get a scoop of chocolate in summer

the barbie dolls of my neighbour

radio dramas and  test patterns

so much snow and glowing cheeks

the faces of my dearest ones

the taste of my first kiss

and how he smelled like fabric softener

that scent forever etched into my memory


the wave of nostalgia

broken on the shores

of earlyy morning sun

the past ground to dust

by  cruel golden light


*16th January 2017

#118 (involuntary companion)

culver.jpg
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

I was craving

the heavy scent of lilacs

waiting out a snowstorm

soon to be slush


listening to

my steady heart

creating its calming rhythm

lurking in between the beats

was the tiniest dissonance


 keeping all the lights on

while you were away

as if the dim glow

could replace your presence

the scent of your face looming

behind every door


absence made

my heart beat faster

while the flurries kept repeating

their story of ephemeral white

 a single culver was hiding out

on my window still


tiny head, red-ringed eyes

sheltered by ruffled wings

squeezing against the cold glass

it became my involuntary companion

for one winter’s night


*January 15th 2017

 

#117 (dismantling my pride)

wine
photo credit: Matthias Geh

blood is not

thicker than wine

and as you shamble

my thoughts get scrambled

at least I suppose they are mine


sweet nothings

on your lips

desperately prancing around

barely holding your ground

as you wiggle your hips


uncorked dignity

but your hands still feel warm

 I’m dismantling my pride

so much hurt left inside

as your sorries weep into my arms


*15th January 2017

#116 (through my undreamt rainbows)

 

spider reflection.jpg
photo credit: Matthias Geh

from your quiver

of unkind words

you picked the worst

and aimed them at my chest

poison tipped cruelty

disguised as a flattering

remark


patient mental filters

fail to purify the intensity

of your bane

verbal venom oozing

through my undreamt rainbows

bleaching their brilliance

until there is nothing left

but paleness and
doubt

smiles shielded

the gashes you tore

haemorrhaging  qualms

my wishes I took back and

resolved them in my

cooling chest


*14th January 2017