Montag, 16. August 2010


the bad sad witch
lost two parts of five
now two new cracks
are decorating her heart

the bad sad witch
suffers and cries
and blames herself
cause she couldn´t protect
the ones, she loves

the bad sad witch
feels like an exotic plant
the admirers are numerous
but only a few know
how to care for her

the bad sad witch
reads the peoples mind
and now she knows
it´s better to be
deaf, dumb and blind

Freitag, 13. August 2010

short poems

her body is sore,
pain is her silent companion,
her lover and inspiration,
and she reaches for the knife,
to protect herself from being alone