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For M.

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Dear …..

I am sitting here, beneath the branches, swaying to the autuum breeze.

Thinking of you has taken on an obsessive character. There is a part of me, hiding like a trembling child, waiting in anguish fo a single word of you.

I resent and nurish this paart of myself.

And every once in a while, i detect a question rising in the darkest back of my head.  Why did i let you take hold over my quivering heart? Is it the human nature, which keeps my cells from parting?

Do i relish in this enticing pain? My trust is dyining, in slow-motion. And i let it.

How much are we responsible for the feelings of others, of our own?

It amazes me, how easely i let myself become this needy and wanting. Yearning for something…..you.

My cave of molded memories.

But not anymore.

I dont want your words…

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fleeting moment

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Bumping in and out of moonlights,

i can feel Orions belt puncturing my skin.

beneath the crickets song –

i hear your soft laughter –

runnig till the world is ending,

skinny-dipping into wet proportions –

patterned black and blue –

the deep is raising goosebumps up my spine.

I am among dripping riots,

forward, forward till the yearning stills.

– the red and lilac next to my ear

– and grassy footprints on my bare feet,

breathless in the morning – light

copyright (c) 2014 by franzad

written for OLN by dVerse

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yet for you…

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

i could never dance

nor love

nor write

enough, for me to express

so very properly the feelings

i hold most dear.

yet for you –

i try the speech of men.

words stumble with dear intent,

along my tounge to breach

– my bottom lip –

grazes yours, to reveal

– the trembling letters –

slowly crawling upon your theeth.

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I drowned a year ago

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

I drowned a year ago

On an average Wednesday afternoon

I felt it comming – the water arising

The pressure on my skin as ist almost bursting

 

I am dripping…slowly out of myself

Am flooded, doors wide open

I can taste the salt on my lips

Drops are wandering down my trachea

Oh so tempting is the thought of resisting the waters

 

Bursting against my walls and rooftop

Lamps, cutlery and curtains are moving gracefully in gravity

Time has stopped for a moment or two

Still – i drink water and loosing air simultaneously

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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Silence of words

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

There was a great silence in my head

It filed out all the creative spaces

Abandoned i felt – from words i hold most dear

Not able to  form even the smallest poetic sentence –

They drowned in daily chit chat

 

Wied awake i watched the willow in front of my window

Suddenly it felt like its leaves were touching me

Its tangled arms poked my heart

And i aroes to ethers spheres

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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A thought on dying

Originally posted on words on life and other strange experiences:

Spring has arrived in my chamber of madness

Birds are falling from the sky -

The cures which i am bound to wear is inked on my skin

The weary dries slowly on small minded features

The cry i am whispering is for the leaves of green

- to grow on my fingers and toes

I ripp out the roots, want to fly like the ravens blood

In blooming meadows i hide my shadow

 

copyright 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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