Amsterdam In The Morning

It is misty in the streets Some crawl away from their sheets Some rather stay for a long time in bed People they talk with people on the phone Some people are wearing their autumn shoes Some are drinking coffee Some are smoking weed Some are smoking cigars Some are smoking cigarettes

Lips

Yes, everybody’s speculating;  you will always know and remember those lips from your loved one, just like the feeling when you and your lover’s lips decide to belong together forever, they will close together, move together, brush together, with a spark lying in between: Something precious , Something keen. And not to forget; Something intense,

How It Would Be In Their Shoes

Jackson, Mississippi feels like home to me Like an eternity of safetiness Jackson, Mississippi doesn’t feel quite like home to them But something close to horrendous Like an eternity of living all together in a prison And my heart hurts Just like my head does With all the rules and signs I’m reading This humanity

Spilling Wine & Blood On My Records

In fear I bite my tongue I bite my lips I’m alone This is something you should know: It is so hard to forget you It is so hard to move on . So I don’t want to eat anymore But I still drink from a bottle of red wine To fill my empty mind

Confused About The Winter

My blue lips are frozen  My hands, they’re so purple The wind is rough and so cold The noses of my shoes are wet from the snow There’s nothing to explain about For I am crazy that I’m outside I’m insane I thought I hated the winter But once it were hot I’d rather remained

My & Your

My and your long days My and your many questions My and your part in human race My  and your eternal life  . My and your cotton T-Shirts My and your woolen sweaters My and your raincoats My and your summerclothes  My and your wintercoats . My and your desire for the sand My and

Magazine In The Sand

People want to read you Your identity People throw you away  Because you’re a tabloid Or just because they don’t have the time of the world So the only thing you do Is waiting In the sand For somebody like me You reach out But the wind is blowing your hope away For I am

It Is Still Warm At The Very Late Of September

Trees are still the same They still had their green summer frame My heart is beating and moves together as a steady rhythm in my chest Still in a warm skin and body  I’m living in the afterglow of summer The sun is shining like it never did before In a autumn day The wind

Now That You Left Me

A white coated couch I’m so scared and I scream out loud “Now that you left me” . Your morning newspaper from the past month is still lying on my cold floor Something personal Something “yours” You’d forgotten Like you never did before . “Now that you left me” The rhythm of your breath And