smoke

In the night I never feel any shame.
In your embrace am most at peace
Because in the way you call my name
I hear you never will release.

In the night I'm free of my alps
Reassured by words you spoke.
During the day none of this helps
As you dissolve in whirls of smoke.

In the night it all seems so real
Like you were really standing there.
I can reach out, touch and feel,
Hear the words you whisper in my hair.

In the night I'm certain of my way.
I know by heart the path I walk.
I only falter at the break of day
As you dissolve in whirls of smoke.

2 to argue

All these ghosts that haunt me
Know what harm mere words can do.
They throw them at me to taunt me.
I never reply - it takes 2 to argue.

As I leave but an empty shell behind
There's not much harm words still can do.
Soar away, in search of peace of mind,
Leave all behind - it takes 2 to argue.

A giant lotus flower lends me a petal.
I wrap myself in till no words beak through.
For sanity, disputes might prove lethal.
I keep out of all - it takes 2 to argue.

shape shifter

Thought hider.
Shape shifter.
Mask provider.
...Soul drifter.

Indulge me just a little while
And I can wipe out this bitter grin,
Replace it with a Mona Lisa smile:
None in tune with what's within.

Both are ever posing a riddle
About what's lying underneath:
A hug broken off in the middle
Or a dagger ready to unsheathe.

Thought hider.
Shape shifter.
Mask provider.
...Soul drifter.

I feel so very diamond-shaped
With multiple sharp facettes.
My true form is ever draped
Like a subtle joke that no one gets.

night of the vampire

Darkness spreads its bat-like wings
Enfolding all of my daydreams
Like Christmas present wrappings
Tied up with silver moonbeams.

Trembling with anticipation
As you breathe life into my soul,
Relishing every tickling sensation
Under a full moon I become whole.

A glance of grey-green eyes
In the night like a vampire
Cuts my breath and sucks me dry
Then fills me with desire.

undead

You said I seem to lack a heart.
Had one but it fell apart.

It's been like that now for ages -
Alive only in diary pages.

The very heart you used to mistreat
Is but splinters at my feet

Burnt up by crushes and crashes
Into a sorry pile of ashes.

Heart on the sleeve, so starry-eyed
Left on the edge of suicide

Harboring a longing left yet unfed
Won't rest in peace. Un-dead.

paint the sky

If life's written in the stars
I'll paint the sky.
If desires are streetcars
I'll book a ride.

I wanna be someone who believes
Just like Mr. Jones,
Not someone who grieves,
Bickers and moans.

I'll jump for joy before I rust
For believing in you.
My brush dipped in stardust,
Strokes over the blue.

If life's written in the stars
I'll paint the sky.
If desires are streetcars
I'll book a ride.

hatching

I see myself reflected distorted
In the evil eye of a gargoyle,
All plans of escaping thwarted,
All hopes of salvation foiled.

Floating around: ghost faces, sneers
Seeming epitaphs on my tomb.
Foreboding laughter rings in my ears
Sounding like a sentence to doom.

Like corridors of a sick mind or worse
Walls shift, close in or fall to dust.
Praying for a sunray to lift the curse,
Help my hatching out of this eggcrust.

knocking

I have washed my angel wings.
Can’t you see they’re shiny white?
Fixed a halo up with strings,
Polished it to glow ever so bright.

Do I still need to meddle with the wicked,
Fallen angels like me and mortal men?
Or can I finally get a ticket,
Is the stairway to heaven working again?

I could play a harp, sing you a song
But I’d give away – I’m all I’ve ever been,
My devil’s tail is just as long
But… if I knock, please take me back in.

funfair tale

We tap our feet to the song in our head,
The rhythm of bloodflow in our veins.
Our merry-go-round horse is leaping ahead,
We fade into fiction, loosed his reins.

We dance away to the sound of a drum,
Heed its call into Neverland,
Clap to see if Tinkerbell will come
To a pirate party on white sand.

We waltz away to the sound of laughter
In search of rainbows leading to Oz,
Crash in shamrock, gold pots and everything after
And hug a leprechaun just because.