Surviving Dystopia
Surviving the bearing of a heart,
an oh! – so beating heart.
Surviving means
it is still beating,
and Dystopia means,
it bears dark things.
Waves of horror
and waves of agony
when second for second
and minute for minute
through eternity after always
the heart asks for things
this world no longer displays.
Until the skin
burned up in desire
once tickled and flooded
with warmth from the inside
will break open
and tell for itself
that there is no place left
for all that still is
burried alive on the inside.
Constantly asking the universe
where to go next
where to put
these thoughts, these feelings
these things left inside
that do not have
a right to be
anymore.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 
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