#184 (white fog)

betrayal

the soft embrace

of sinister substances

dampening my pain

and everything else

a sharp aching

becomes

a dull throb

barely noticeable

my body relieved

my liver is not

the path  slippery

the border to

addiction

wide-open

always a choice

and I keep

forgetting

how pain really feels

my mind lost in

a white fog

20th November

 

Advertisements

#178 (symphony of speed)

raindrops running

a race on the scratched window

between places

I’d become a wire

live electricity coursing

through my fibres

my nerves ablaze

grey clouds mirrored

on the paper

I’m writing on

blended into

a symphony of speed

hills and valleys

appearing and fading

background becomes

the centre of my attention

thoughts sliding in and out

of time

like the blinds sliding down

one droplet won the race

and plunged into the ground

trickling into the tracks

like the memory of a train ride

was seeping into my mind

7th August 2017

#158 (ironic)

I type and feed

the web of code and letters

the web I willingly throw myself into

and that I’m weaving myself

everyday

metric breeding in the centre

instead of silk I spin some rhymes

building metaphorical traps

glueing everything together

vibrant verse verberating

into the web I built a cage

that freed my inspiration

a cage for my attention

nothing exists

but the rhythm of my fingertips

25th June 2017

	

#149 (drowning my fears)

 

IMG_0221.JPG
photo credt: Matthias Geh

the paths between light and dark

glowing in shades of blue and yellow

I drowned my fears in deep sleep

stuck them to a fairytale

I made up from some restless bits

meeting some monsters on the way

sometimes all it takes is

a frame to collect my scattered thoughts

to herd them back into

this fleeting focal point

I trapped them in a blinking box,

tricking myself into

the illusion of control

 

18th June 2017

 

 

 

 

#142 (a soothing trickle)

black and white

on every channel

the calming snowflakes

of his early childhood

no broadcast

nowhere

♦◊

everywhere he looks

deleted tweets

and blank pages

an empty space

no chatter

nobody

◊♦

quiet

reverberating

through his relieved ears

no sounds

nothing

♦♦

pulling the plug

every other day

a cure for overwhelmed nerves

turning the flood of images

into a soothing trickle

everything

6th May 2017