PinkWidow

He smells of summer -That gives me peace- Of summer and of the morning haze. All the numbers don’t make sense Then again, Nothing matters since he smells of summer. I can imagine the soft, smooth, swooshing sound of the waves And the warm, white waves of the sand When he’s orbiting my heart. He tastes like stars -That gives me hope- Of stars and of the vast universe All the strings might not connect Then again, Nothing matters since he tastes like stars. I can imagine that, when I die, I will become a nebula It will be as beautiful I will explode like a piñata And mend all traces of sadness with confetti!

Let me show you the extends of my vanity. I will do so with a pen and a camera. I will start to write because I admire someone’s poetry. I’ve never written poetry before, but it’s alright. I will write about the things in my heart that want to escape So you can praise me I will only write about meaningless, teenage pain and sorrow Since everything is black and futile and painful. Even though, I’ve never felt all that and I grew up as a rich spoiled kid And all that, will happen with my pen. So you can praise me Now with a camera, things are a lot easier I don’t have to think about words Just stare at the

I come from a nation That turns everything into a show. I come from a nation that knows If you turn –through the media – everything into mainstream Then everything becomes a fashion. And like every fashion The mainstream rage will die down very soon. Maybe too soon. I come from a nation That stands and shouts Riots and burns Without actually rebelling Just protesting with empty words Twist everything into propaganda. Then again, in this nation, only words are celebrated Actions are expected to take place by some useless bureaucrat. And sometimes –how ironic- politicians. I come from a nation That when you die

You're reliving your past everyday And you keep telling us how you made it through So all you are today is just a horrible story-teller That can't live in the present You keep whining about how hard it was And all you do is talk about the same thing everyday So why don't you put it all behind And give us all a break? We've all been in the death row And we've all died and reborn We don't go emo about it We accept it and go on ...And so should you So you've been hurt so many times What makes you think you're the only one? I can say I understand, my fellow man But stop bitching about it! You say; 'every single day is a nightmare

In this nothingness. The light is slowly dying. I'm not lying... I'm not lying. I've not died yet. You cannot erase me. That's because I'm so big. Literally. That's the pain of me. Yes The pain of me. 4 minutes to go Until her Psychosis strikes me down. 3 and counting down Oh, your end... my end... the end of everything is Coming closer. So close you can breathe in my stench. 2... 2... What an awful number. One more to go and I'll be yours Destruction be my mother. It's over. It has passed. All the storms abandoned me. And I'm alone. With no fears to face. Only Silence. And Silence is my worst enemy. I wish you'd know

Breathe - keep breathing Not much time left It's taking your eyes, it's taking your head Run - keep running There's no escape For this is a futile race against time I didn't know you, I didn't know you well I'm regretting for the time we didn't spend together Remind me next life Maybe next life Remind me, remember to meet you Beat - keep beating Don't fail me now There's not much else you can do anyway Smile - keep smiling The end is here There's no mercy for anyone, not  you, not me Lie to me, say you'll stay Say you'll come back Lie to me Beauty and Death all around me Sleep and the moments pass by Clocks ticking - alw

Where am I going and where have I been to? I grow desperate and angry by the manipulation of my kind. Commercialize yourselves. Repetition brings money. I am Mrs Kunph Youzt and I didn’t grow up in this world. It exploded right before my eyes. I was blind until then. Or are they? And do my words matter? Do I play a part in all this? Does what I think, what I say and what I do have a meaning? Will my inner existence be erased simply like that? I’m afraid. Will I be lost in the nothingness of commercialism? And will my meanings reach no one? I scream so you can see how wrong this is! “People are products” My h

I can still hear the cries on this land. I can still smell the blood. Who can’t? Striving for freedom But from who? Fighting… Constant fighting. Constant bloodshed After so many deaths After you prevail… What then? Pigs are replaced by pigs. Futile Or righteous? At least you died with a smile on your faces and the soil of your land beneath you Knowing that someday she’ll be free. I salute you