You never know what kind of ghosts you are going to meet. Some only come out at night. Some are less discreet. Some fade into the background. Some feed on our fear. Some are like objects in the mirror. They are closer than they appear. Some mess with the temperature. Some rearrange the shelves. Some of them get so bored they start to haunt themselves. Some of them keep their distance. Some try to earn our trust. After a while some of them start to look like us.
Tag: writing
poem
i left
the night on
for you
so that you
can find
your way
to my door
to lay
your burden down
and dream
a little more
Poem
The cage is small, but I can move around. All the windows greet me. All the walls keep their distance. Only time is talking, but I am not listening. I an sparking what I can and avoiding the chaos to the best of my ability, remembering what it was like to live without thinking of living at all.
Poem
go
and sing
your song
loud enough
for the world
to hear
as long
as we have
music
we will not
disappear
Poem – The arrangement
the sleep
we arranged
was impromptu
but it turned out
fine
you brought along
your old dreams
i brought along mine
we exchanged them
like gifts
and it was
for the best
i taught yours
how they could
come true
and you
taught mine
how to rest.
Poem
I had to make
a god or two
for a little mercy
when i found
it was not enough
i decided
to make it three
before long
i was up to four
and still
i found no peace
i made a sixth
and then a seventh
and my suffering
increased
an eighth, a ninth
a tenth and yet
not a one would do
i set aside
the gods i made
and put my faith
in you.
Poem: heathen
I have the night
I have the stars
I have a little prayer
I lift it up
Just enough
To hang it in
The air
It remains
Like a refrain
Between the earth
And sky
Waiting to attach itself
To any god
That passes by
