Memories of you
smell sweet like rotten fruit
my mouth water
and my stomach turn in convulsion

This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to http://danielworthart.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-ripe-and-one-rotten-apple.html
Memories of you
smell sweet like rotten fruit
my mouth water
and my stomach turn in convulsion
This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to http://danielworthart.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-ripe-and-one-rotten-apple.html
In the memory of you
I become a deer
caught in the head lights
of a 20 tons road train
This is my entry for the Poetry Potluck week 44. Thanks to http://www.paintingsilove.com/image/show/207321/deer-in-the-headlights-impact
Like a hot air balloon
you rose, silently
Drifted away
along the lightest wind
I lay in rain and storm
anchored to the ground
Saw tough and taut
the connecting line
A message in a bottle
arrived from afar
The paper withered
it had your writing
I looked up in surprise
pulled the line in the sky
It dissolved into dust
and fell like snowflakes
I stand here still
staring into the void
In the cold shower of the past
I hear a gasp
and smell the blood
a warm and liquid fume
My nostrils creamy
with the sense
my neurons suddenly bloom
Where am I now
I think to myself
realizing I´m on the ground
The concrete hard
against my face
that no longer seems so round
I notice tree tops
hovering
as if part of the sky
I fly above
and see myself
on the road about to die
A sense of wonder
spread throughout
my body feels so cold
A sudden shake
and lights are out
I let the end unfold
Long did I sail
under a blackening sky
a ship in stormy waters
on the gloomy sea inside
One night the wind raged
foamy nails speared the hull
I prepared for my fall
breathed my final mouthful
The ship about to break
thunder gave its final roar
light ignited the sea
and a vision there on board
On top the winds do rule
causing monstrous waves that drown
but deep where no light shines
there is stillness and calm ground
I threw an anchor of light
at the bottomless pit of blue
and followed it down where
I peace and wisdom could pursue
On my way down that night
I met creatures from the past
but seeing them up close
they no longer struck me so aghast
At the deepest depths I found
a tranquil space called Home
although water still here flow
no more wild currents roam
Little girl
there is no scare
open your heart
be brave and dare
Look under your bed
no ghost are hiding
its all in your mind
and peoples writing
From soil we came
no mystery involved
to be your fullest
you need be resolved
Look with our eyes
think with your head
make your own mind
instead of whats said
Sadness will come
to you one day
but don´t let it harden
or lead you astray
As many hurts
and sorrows exist
even greater love
there is
Nothing lasts
but nothing is lost
keep that in mind
when you feel exhaust
In you I trust
our future to create
a far better place
without all the hate
With you the sun
will rise and shine
if so you chose
to compassion assign
It´s all in your hands
little girl
I smell the feces
and blood in the dust
Revisit the gore
of my lady of lust
She came in the way
of gun shots that day
Took a bullet in the head
and dead she lay
I loved her hair
her green eyes shimmer
A death by my hand
couldn´t be any grimmer
Her skin so sweet
her blossom petite
Now rots at the ground
before my feet