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I´ll never see the next sunrise
never feel again how moonlight floods my skin
see how light refracts sparkling in dewdrops,
and illuminates the shadow of eternal silence at the cemetery,
for a couple of seconds
listen, in awestruck quietness,
to the chant of the birds in the earliness of morning
lie in the green grass and think about nothing
and everything
and fly towards the open skies
marvel at the unreal blue sky,
in blistering midday heat
walk across the harvested cornfields
in cool november mists
catch the last leaf of this year
feel the first snowflakes tickle my tongue,
and let the ice flowers sparkle
stand on top of a skyscraper
and feel mighty
immortal
Never again.
There will be a new morning
the sun will rise again
and extinguish darkness
cause light always returns
But it will return
Without me
They didn´t watch me leaving
and I passed away
in the first rays of the rising morning sun
never feel again how moonlight floods my skin
see how light refracts sparkling in dewdrops,
and illuminates the shadow of eternal silence at the cemetery,
for a couple of seconds
listen, in awestruck quietness,
to the chant of the birds in the earliness of morning
lie in the green grass and think about nothing
and everything
and fly towards the open skies
marvel at the unreal blue sky,
in blistering midday heat
walk across the harvested cornfields
in cool november mists
catch the last leaf of this year
feel the first snowflakes tickle my tongue,
and let the ice flowers sparkle
stand on top of a skyscraper
and feel mighty
immortal
Never again.
There will be a new morning
the sun will rise again
and extinguish darkness
cause light always returns
But it will return
Without me
They didn´t watch me leaving
and I passed away
in the first rays of the rising morning sun
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Coincidence at 5PM
I saw you walking past from the window and my heart almost burst. I don’t remember which part of you I recognized first: your face, with your combination of sleek cheekbones and nerdy glasses, or your green jacket, or the way you walked in a sort of funny but still dignified way. But I recognized you, as I always did.
I hadn’t seen you for so long that I stared in disbelief, the moment hanging in suspension. The fork didn’t make it to my mouth. I didn’t have time to reach for my phone before you disappeared from view. What could I have said anyway? I would have said a lot of things, but none of them would have interes
Literature
murderer
you died,
five days after
you said you loved me.
i think it was
my heart which killed you.
perhaps
you just didn't fit
with my bones,
the clavicle, i think.
or maybe it was
something you said,
and the black hole
of my heart
swallowed you.
you died then,
i believe;
even though
we both clung on
(for just awhile.)
we parted at christmas.
and i buried you
in the ground
of my heart.
i think it happened
on the third day;
when i killed you,
i mean.
you said
you wanted to
learn to love me
soon.
you lied.
so much for
a death wish.
Literature
Always
Your ghost is at my fingertips.
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Simply beautiful imagery.