Thisabsurdworld

Rainbow pages

  • 315.

    I love him
    in the way
    that he is
    the ‘you’
    of my poems

  • 314.

    If I die
    my love for you
    will still remain

  • 313.

    Sometimes I wish I could
    take a break
    from loving you
    Because it breaks my heart

    But my love for you is relentless
    It is ever-waking, never-sleeping
    omnipresent
    immortal

  • 312.

    If I disappear,
    let it be in your eyes

  • 311.

    Hands and knees
    on the harsh and raw stone
    Dripping black from my eyes
    and red from my mouth
    I hear suffocation’s footsteps behind me

    The crowd around me stares
    doesn’t understand
    And says I’m
    crazy

  • 310.

    He smelled of smoke masked by perfume

    And had a death wish masked by a smile

  • 309.

    I hate onions
    But if you love them
    I will look up the best recipes
    with onions
    a lot of onions
    and cook them for you every day

  • 308.

    That is exactly humanity
    to try
    Once you try
    you have already succeeded
    in being human

    There is no failure in trying

  • 307.

    You are the explosion
    that tears my skin apart
    and my bleeding body parts are scattered
    on the streets to your house
    And still my heart aches
    as it lies there upon the pavement
    And my mind is nothing but
    pieces of flesh now

    But you never exploded
    only I experienced that burst
    as if you and I live
    in parallel worlds
    In my world I experience
    you as an explosion
    In your world I don’t even
    really exist

  • 306.

    ‘You’ seem to be the answer
    because all problems fade away
    when you smile at me

  • 305.

    Deep within the cult
    How did I ever get out?
    And what
    if this
    is just another one?

  • 304.

    Art is the communication of (indescribable) feelings without using the human theatre

  • 303.

    I’m just so excited to see
    who you’ll be
    Because I already love
    the person you are

  • 302.

    When also all lust
    deserted me
    food lost her
    self-evident value

  • 301.

    I stare at you
    wordlessly
    because there are no
    words to describe
    this

  • 300.

    Some invisible claw
    that sinks itself
    into my chest
    only by
    the sight of you

  • 299.

    The red entanglement
    of sun and clouds

  • 298.

    lighter fluid in the bathtub

  • 297.

    What do we do
    with the things we can’t express?
    with the words that can’t exist?
    with the experiences that can’t exist in our language?

  • 296.

    The small and unreaching man-made order, man-made language

  • 295.

    I laugh at this last joke
    ‘I love you guys’
    My mother can’t help but cry
    ‘It’s going to be okay’

    When I lay there
    on the hospital bed,
    soulless and unmoving,
    my family went back home
    weeping softly in the car

    This was not their choice
    I was no longer
    their responsibility
    So I chose for myself

  • 294.

    Father,
    are you my father?
    Do you exist
    or do you transcend
    Being itself?

    Can I call you
    a ‘you’?
    Can I speak words
    that will be heard?
    Can I see something of you
    or understand?

  • 293.

    Where all winds meet
    there is too much pressure
    to breathe

  • 292.

    That one moment of reality would be enough to support a life of fantasy

  • 291.

    It is the push and pull of meaning

    The push into the unknown
    into the black space of nothing

    And the pull up
    till you can see just the smallest speck of light

    Then the push again
    And the pull

  • 290.

    The real world doesn’t care about those names
    about your name

  • 289.

    And in this nothingness
    this beautiful nothingness
    this is where we live
    where we love

  • 288.

    To play and feel
    and feel and write
    and write and yearn
    and yearn and scream
    and scream and die

    And yet that is to live

  • 287.

    To break language
    down to its core
    and then shake that core