tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20891413313593530652024-03-04T20:57:06.846-08:00Von Schubhausend.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-44649032136490579382011-11-11T14:42:00.000-08:002012-01-09T10:45:13.953-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnN9JgMBJcQuUTVDmtl_9SaLZOmzB5G23NjQibavfzha_dogRGBREXhhq2QwlGTBokyMVuMxOFzNNJrNCl5WFI8cUTo6N9lqOiAWX1IV8NU2lVcjCN_qXyE-I7wjv2eVO-XKuuLrI4CWs/s1600/34909_131146846922353_100000811168171_146375_1450681_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnN9JgMBJcQuUTVDmtl_9SaLZOmzB5G23NjQibavfzha_dogRGBREXhhq2QwlGTBokyMVuMxOFzNNJrNCl5WFI8cUTo6N9lqOiAWX1IV8NU2lVcjCN_qXyE-I7wjv2eVO-XKuuLrI4CWs/s400/34909_131146846922353_100000811168171_146375_1450681_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492025382742351570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Witwenwinter<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ich sah der Schönheit ins Gesicht<br />und durchwühlte all Ihr Hab und Gut,<br />doch ausser Tränen fand ich nichts.<br /><br />Tränen die auf mich regnen,<br />aus schweren, schwarzen Augen<br />von langen Wintern ohne Licht.<br /><br />Und so sinke ich auf meine Knie,<br />lass es auf mich regnen<br />und sehe zu wie sie zerbricht.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">x</div><br /><br /><br /></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-30598077020129713212011-09-08T01:19:00.000-07:002011-12-26T01:07:55.724-08:00new girl in classnew girl in class<br /><br />i was always late. when i entered the classroom, all seats were taken. including mine.<br />i sat next to the new girl in class and looked at her for a minute.<br />i went to the bathroom and drew her face on the back of the toilet door.<br />then i came all over her.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-14716324190252218792011-08-11T16:50:00.000-07:002011-08-29T06:22:23.202-07:00Every Night, a Giant sleeps inside my Head.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOYZDa1aET4Q7AAWOYqOTZTh3GyUkM51DFf5qaOnFXUkN5cWKzBJfDeUwbWOKMYuAJh6LzRW5cnbGrUXLqUo64oh0pB1Fje5tI2J1So9gO7hZBOzpadlC9cld8_VQ-NjSbIvCzpIQDJbt/s1600/luca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOYZDa1aET4Q7AAWOYqOTZTh3GyUkM51DFf5qaOnFXUkN5cWKzBJfDeUwbWOKMYuAJh6LzRW5cnbGrUXLqUo64oh0pB1Fje5tI2J1So9gO7hZBOzpadlC9cld8_VQ-NjSbIvCzpIQDJbt/s400/luca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641594422457406866" /></a>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There's a giant in my bed and i put him to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I pull the blankets over our heads, but they are just too short.</div><div style="text-align: left;">They will only cover him up to his knees.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can hear him breathe, turn side to side,</div><div style="text-align: left;">or heave a sigh, when dreams wont stop to haunt his night.</div><div style="text-align: left;">and before I kill the light, i check</div><div style="text-align: left;">if both his eyes are fully shut. All black,</div><div style="text-align: left;">until the curtain cant stop the sun from shining on his face.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And then i see in his eyes a young boy sits</div><div style="text-align: left;">and smiles and shouts and never quits</div><div style="text-align: left;">to throw it all out, to sing and grab</div><div style="text-align: left;">my hands to ask me for a dance.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-67719535198358198422011-07-08T02:17:00.001-07:002012-03-05T11:13:24.491-08:00Zahngold<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Zahngold<br /><br />Jede Nacht der selbe Traum.<br />Von wackelnden Zähnen.<br />Zähne die aussehen wie ein altes Klavier.<br /><br />Ich drücke alle Tasten,<br />auch die Schwarzen.<br />So lang, bis ich einen nach dem anderen verlier'.<br /><br />Und dann lache ich in den Spiegel.<br />Mein Gesicht besudelt,<br />wie ein Notenblatt aus Haut, nicht Papier.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-55941062483487788942011-07-07T07:28:00.000-07:002011-07-11T06:47:40.051-07:00Me & You<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNAy07S83AsG0KaQlxG8XnxY-RhBZe8LdF-8_hOcxifjEoC6yKnfTCYKDtTT9bVa9ElzgnRp9TDPC5krXll9Zslvy41wDoPUexvYI3WQelcYCs2ialdqr5BPuR4yzpJmWDDqE1-RfygAi/s1600/2568905.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNAy07S83AsG0KaQlxG8XnxY-RhBZe8LdF-8_hOcxifjEoC6yKnfTCYKDtTT9bVa9ElzgnRp9TDPC5krXll9Zslvy41wDoPUexvYI3WQelcYCs2ialdqr5BPuR4yzpJmWDDqE1-RfygAi/s400/2568905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470814314105406290" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I fall to my weary knees to welcome the rain<br />like a withered flower that hung its head in shame<br />lick the drips from my lips<br />before another desolate winter steals the wind from our ribs<br />nourish me where darkness reigns<br />and melt this young boys frozen faith<br />me & you<br />black & blue<br />as i am back on my feet, all withered and old<br />i hang my head in shame.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-68470602559867241022011-06-16T03:33:00.000-07:002011-07-01T13:58:15.577-07:00Untitled"Ich kenne keine schönen Geschichten,denn meine Welt ist schlecht.<br />Aber deine Welt ist schön.", sage ich, doch eine schöne Geschichte erzählen soll sie mir nicht.<br /><br />Deswegen erzählen wir uns nichts mehr und hören uns nie wieder zu.<br /><br />Meine Welt ist jetzt besser und ihre endlich schlecht.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-45872082978039471602011-06-15T06:27:00.000-07:002011-07-01T14:01:37.446-07:00Bonjour Tristesse<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"yes, i lied and yes, i fled.</div><div style="text-align: left;">let me rest my weary head,</div><div style="text-align: left;">bonjour tristesse, bonjour tristesse!".</div></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-61555654011856516392011-06-14T12:27:00.001-07:002011-06-14T12:27:52.625-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w7NvmIyRMiifHSEZ4QsMUiJ1_1TijXdnOIfL0E9owjCRYVdbs5uPUyEKwLkT4pTWKSDCEKIdplsUXGCyULuUcWW_xi7AnZcH2GHdoU1di9-UR46MVJLUFkoKHvpkiSOInQ9ucMG-CR2I/s1600/x2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w7NvmIyRMiifHSEZ4QsMUiJ1_1TijXdnOIfL0E9owjCRYVdbs5uPUyEKwLkT4pTWKSDCEKIdplsUXGCyULuUcWW_xi7AnZcH2GHdoU1di9-UR46MVJLUFkoKHvpkiSOInQ9ucMG-CR2I/s400/x2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618159371527066370" border="0" /></a>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-69566734666455202772010-11-24T16:21:00.001-08:002010-11-24T16:24:51.811-08:00The Ballad of the Sad Cafe"du wolltest eben nichts festes", sagt sie<br />und ich: "das war aber ziemlich fest".<br />-"wo gehobelt wird, fallen spähne",<br />ich sage "ich kenne mich nicht so gut aus mit holz"<br />und sie "mal brechen knochen, mal zähne"<br /><br />könnte gut sein, dass sie ist was mir fehlt,<br />eine die mir die zähne einschlägt.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-45786669361630324082010-11-24T16:16:00.000-08:002010-11-24T16:17:58.013-08:00Something Low From This Way Comes.its fun to watch you open your mouth,<br />i can hear your voice, but my words come out.<br />and its fun to watch you fall down,<br />cause i am just a little lower, i am the ground.<br />its weird to see you walk that way,<br />the muddy footsteps that now got paved.<br />and its weird to see you take that place<br />to wash it up that blanked out face.<br />believe me when i say<br />you owe me nothing. viva hate.d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-56456259881523784822010-10-01T06:43:00.001-07:002012-04-03T12:58:47.575-07:00blue lips & midnight racers<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">you can tell by the circles under my eyes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">that i havent slept last night.</div><div style="text-align: left;">making wine bottles chandeliers</div><div style="text-align: left;">and plates my ashtray</div><div style="text-align: left;">and tea mugs give me warmth</div><div style="text-align: left;">when you make me shiver.</div><div style="text-align: left;">"be humble, boy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">dont stumble, boy."</div></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2089141331359353065.post-70023459772990580042010-05-13T15:05:00.000-07:002011-03-07T09:45:14.360-08:00THE SHAME TRAIN<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafT8Cq328ptwv-eRbhyphenhyphen5RzeZPTAZQ89H7MBAdhxydSPo2va433P1rwsWp5OHOsb6BJi5QaXELON0m_YpESLMiHMsOcN-mGlGCbB6YiRwa9hRDE9FRSCCeYrJEgkbMXjBAF16GeGpkZjUJ/s1600-h/theshametrain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafT8Cq328ptwv-eRbhyphenhyphen5RzeZPTAZQ89H7MBAdhxydSPo2va433P1rwsWp5OHOsb6BJi5QaXELON0m_YpESLMiHMsOcN-mGlGCbB6YiRwa9hRDE9FRSCCeYrJEgkbMXjBAF16GeGpkZjUJ/s400/theshametrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430446700590972706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pt. I - The Amphetamine Kiss</span><br /><br />i reobtain my conscience in the middle of flailing arms and neon light.<br />swirling, dancing, sweating.<br />and theres lions that roar and walk from side to side of the angst-ridden dancefloor.<br />and theres vultures that circle and peck on the absent minded with drink in hand that lean against pillars.<br />kill or be killed. and it seems theres blood to be spilled.<br /><br />i twist my head, i nod, i fumble for a way out of this maze of lust dripping bodies.<br />i cut through a jungle of oscillating arms that swing like pendulums and look like vines.<br />from liana to liana.<br />i stumble over aural obstacles like banging drums and basslines that hammer into my guts like a hail of sonic bullets.<br />welcome the electric swang song.<br />all hail the record spinning messiah.<br />and while i couldnt care less about another 126 rpm revelation, i keep these eyes wide shut<br />and escape into the bathroom stall with the suicide doors swinging.<br /><br />background music is what really separates toilets from elevators.<br />i let my knuckles sink into the mirrors perfect surface - shiny jigsaw puzzle<br />let rivers of red flow from limbs and shards of breaking glass.<br /><br />toilet lids are somewhat convenient.<br />mark the boundaries.<br />and take it in like an unborn that takes its virgin breath.<br />exhale.<br />raise your head to the skies like a blind man using his eyes for the first time.<br />stare into the sun.<br />take another deep breath and make sure no trace of another cold winter is left.<br />flush it for the sake of flushing<br />make your way out of this maze.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>d.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11523066930227634279noreply@blogger.com0