1,5 = 18 = volljährig =mature XD

Happy JH <3

Drapes over Mirrors

Today I hate it here
(let me out)
I hate it in my head
look at the asses that bloom
grow over greeny - green
I fucking hate it today
unbalanced sex swings
moods roller-coaster
in the spooky house
even corpse bride laughs
Today I hate it here
here. in my skin.

How To

How to poem?!
when feeling naked
ashamed and fruitless
with tattered branches
with thoughts out of - beds.
I promise the words
words promise the meanings
coffees, big bangs
planting acacias
hiding from ogrs
feelings...
the clock could meow
but... should it truly?
something should happen
while sipping gin-cocktails
munching green olives
flowerless seasons can even change
something must happen.
So how to poem
crumpled lips and t-shirts
bad tiny drawings
promises of words
and words should provide meanings
they stay
and the tombstones so
... after all

Suicidal Bottles

Die Farbe gibt es und Brombeeren,
Brombeeren und Brom gibt es
und den Wasserstoff, den Wasserstoff.

Foehn

it's started as a quiet thought
and than it grew into hills
the foehn is stealing
the hats, kittens, the scarfs
and the kisses
it buds my speculations
growing into the tree
blossoming out of my eyes
is whispering
the bees in my thoughts
the wind blows my world
upside down
it's started with a quiet thought

Orcas and Whales

Severe bristled rihnoceros
fleecy cloudless swarms
Orcas and whales are floating sleepy
bruise my sky, my yellow-purple clouds
The headlines sell my name
they pick up my jewellery, my tattoos, my dress
The curls squeeze my straightened
eye lashes and kittens
The lamps grow up
along lush olive branches
and vineyards
I wake up frozen
beleaguered from soundless
moustacheless clocks
no hour has stroken
in the middle mornings.
have I been dreaming ?

Zwariuję

Zwariuję i stanę na głowie, zjem berło i zacznę kicać,

Jak biały króliczek na łące zielonej przez trawę będę - umykać.

Zwariuję i zwolnię ministrów, na drzewie zawisnę jak małpa,

Jak ryknę do swojej królowej, a potem zatańczę - z nią walca.

Ran's Dom

Ran's Dom's events of
teas, funny words
lying on the floor with a candlle lited
mirrage, blasphemous mini skirts
and tangas.
in the Ran's Dom
the floor is promisses polished
and the door is hearing every sin
every ... thing
Premarital premature oral
predator editor and lawyer
in the Ran's Dom
all sinners are welcomed
on the holy altar
harassment and daisies chain of events
nobody loves the asian guys
apart from Manga girls
and japaneese cats
Ran's Dom
is chained
insistence in a dimed glass served
cosmopolitan and high heels
bad words are coming up like
dick, Brussels sprouts, fuck, spinat
the funeral is about to start
and I can not stop to laugh
nothing is as it should be
the shame has spreaded into my lymphs
into the small tiny pieces
verses of songs
in Ran's Dom
nothing makes sence at all

HAPPY NEW YEAR!