I don't really know
I don't really care
I've hidden deep in darkness
Who knows how many years

I don't know where I am
I'm forgotten all fear
I don't give a damn
I'm not scared.

I hide in this cave
Of the lost and unbrave
And wait for a white knight
To come and save .

Me.
All I can do is flee.
And flee

There is no end!
To the black! I see

The darkness
The trouble
There is no
Escape!

I hear voices calling
Jake! Jake!

And I hear creatures crawling
I hear creatures close
I hear creatures sniffing
I smell with my nose.

I fumble with my toes
Scram with my scribble
Just a voiceless noice
A riddle.

Poetry by Me

Blow wind blow
It's only two steps ahead
The cottage I seek
To escape this white dread

The swirling the whirling
The whiffs of sacred bear
The boundires I cross
For the life I hold dear

I can't lift my feet
In fear of being blown
Into the distant valley
And by snow overgrown

I cannot move an inch
My body is frail and tense
I struggle with every muscle
Just to stay in sense

The snowstorm endlessly rages
Sometimes for nights and days
In the middle of this blizzard
A stubborn being stiffly sways

Sways between cottage and cliffs
Sways between life and death
Gathers all remaining power
Everything there is left

Sleeping with one eye open
Standing without rest
Could the storm please end soon?
That would be for the best.

Poetry by Me

So soft, so groomed and dull
The detective in my skull
He looks for things I've lost within
Things I will never find

And he will never find
Because it's a big mess - my mind
He's lost in the system
He's beyond the suns shine

Poetry by Me

I admire, the man
Who invented, fire
Elevation, to new levels
Higher and Higher

I doubt a firefighter
Could ever shine brighter
From the very first matchbox
To the cromiest crimson lighter

I tell no talltales
Without fiction or fails
No fairtales prevail
In the land of science

Poetry by Me

Should I use a spoon?
Should I use a fork?
Should I use chopsticks?
Should I use a spork?

Should I use my hands
Should I use my feet?
What should I use
To properly eat

Poetry by Me

Now?
Or maybe then?
Or not.

Poetry by Me

Dogs bark
Cows moo
The deaf -
Sing in silent tunes

Poetry by Me

I sit
Within
My walls
So thin

And find
In my
Thoughts
Nothing.

Poetry by Me

I was born once
I weighed but an ounce
But I crouched like a tiger
Awaited my prey to pounce

I saw a mark of wilderness
I sat upon it's edge
Studied the sun arrising
Over our green grown hedge

I crawled over landscapes
And climbed till I fell
I did not know bout heaven
I wasn't scared of hell

So many sentences to say
But not words to them tell
Then I grow up
And to my childhood say farewell

Now I slowly grow wise
Everyday to my demise
For the day I know it all
I spend my future life.

Poetry by Me

Fire harms grass
Water harms fire
So many disfunctions
In the figures we admire

Wind harms metal
Metal harms flesh
Let creatures fight
Until there are none left

Electricity harms metal
Water harms energy
In the creatures we trust
In them we believe

So many different types
And the just get more
The creatures we love
The monsters we adore.

Poetry by Me