window |
the mind has not left us outthe round window towers over my headhave we forgotten the real moments?or are we playing a childhood tuneover and over and over until nothing is left but a soup of soundsmy...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 10:22:00 GMT |
nothing |
and nothing matters any more when sadnesscomestostayand distractionrollsmadness
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 14:52:00 GMT |
can I have a word |
words don't come easywords don't come at allwords never sayed muchwords never understandwords are lying around like duston bookshelfswords do not doCan I have a word?a word that mattersI am speachless
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 10:26:00 GMT |
grey day |
Its dark out side my heart is beatingthe bright lights asking me to move throught through through the roads of carparkscan not stop as I can only walkcolours hurt my eyesgrey is the daywithout sunglas...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:45:00 GMT |
The |
The TrainThe never ending storys of you and meThe TreeThe washing up which always reappearsThe BookThe radioThe TvThe ongoing storys of them and him and herThe Love The HateThe sock which got missing ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 05:27:00 GMT |
autum |
Autum autum autum autum autum autum autum
The F
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Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 06:58:00 GMT |
Now |
Now Now I am finished, I got a bit of paper with my name and numbernow doors are closed I ones went through and my key does not fit anymore Now i am freeI sleep to much and watch to much tvI am waitin...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:02:00 GMT |
She |
Why do some people forth they broken dreams and lonelyness up on herShe walked in She got to closebecause She can not tast the distanceThey want her to stay and stand by the doorShe takes her cotten b...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 15:09:00 GMT |
Rimini Protokoll-Wallenstein |
This is a little refelction on a theatre production I have seen in HAU 2 BerlinThis was a theatre production with REAL peoplea theatre which could be called political theatrebut then again it was just...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 14:39:00 GMT |
A friend of mine |
A Friend of minewe meet in the middle of thingswe talkinbetween we always have to partYou told me a secretyou like asking questionsand let others talkIt feels good to answerits like entering a secret ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 17:32:00 GMT |
