Poems - Creativity in Words

The sky is brightening
the clouds are moving
the sun is burning with it’s orange rays

So what you see is what you get
a guy with no regret
I’m not ideal, I’m quite absurd
I’m just an imperfect guy
I rise above this perfect world

Tainted I am, living a lie
reserved by day, sham at place
deceit is my life
by night, sour turns the fruit
my short-lived sanity withers from within
I do not know how much longer
I can keep reaching, holding on
How can I be, when I hurt you so much
the one you can’t bare not to touch?
Must everything be such a pitiful mistake?

Let be what may be
Butterflies in the attic
or butterfly suicide…

What counts is the splatter on the wall
the proof of freedom
the evidence of breaking free

the conversion of colors
is what resembles
revolution of the mind and body

white to black
black to red
red to green
green to blue

let the skies judge the earth
and angels judge mankind
for that is how it should be

Angels never came down
there’s no one here to hang around
but if they knew you at all
then one by one they would;
Angels would fall

I only left heaven
because I came
to know you
I’m a disturbed Angel
whispering deadly whispers
and I wonder:
“How did I ever
survive without you?”

And now I want to
feel your breath on my shoulder
hear your whispers in my ear
embrace your touch on my skin

To change.
One verb describes it all.
No matter what you rearrange,
you can’t escape the fall.

The fall is determinant,
can you control the flow?
Or is it permanent,
a one-way trip down below.

Take a risk,
take the blow,
format your harddisk,
but backup what you know.

No matter how small or how big,
a change is a change.
It’s like your last gig,
you don’t know what you’ll get in exchange.

A change in my life,
where the future is blank,
I’ll just see where I’ll arrive,
and hope I’ll increase in rank.

It doesn’t hurt me
this knife through my heart
I know it would please you
to hear me weep, but I won’t

I’m gonna tell you something
to clear all the lies:
“I’m suffocating
but yet alive”

Now I got stuck
in the mud
here down the hill
and you remain up above
I’d run up that hill
if only I could

I am who I am,
nothing more nothing less.
If less then nothing is what I am,
my existence will be more then nothing..

However bizarre,
whatever I obsess.
Even from afar,
I am aboding.

The nothingness inside,
the emptiness of bitterness.
For all I am,
is a mortal made of flesh.

I hereby abide,
to not being actionless.
I won’t condemn myself,
to being unflesh.

If I could fly,
I would fly above the clouds,
up ’till the sun makes me cry,
away from all the crowds.

I would fly beneath the stars,
illuminated by the moon,
washing away the scars,
trying not to swoon.

Over forests,
between its trees,
guided by a chorus,
coming from a breeze.

Cross seas and oceans,
admiring the waves,
surrendering to emotions,
from bright colored to grays.

Over the highest mountains,
through the deepest valleys,
over sprarkling fountains,
and through the smallest alleys.

I would be free,
free in body and mind,
discovering the real me,
and from that point: stop and rewind.

Sometimes when you love people,
you think that they love you,
But when you wake up out of a dream,
You think different about the world than before,
You think a world where nobody can come with peace, love and respect,
That’s never the real world accept the love in your heart