...and the rest is echoes

My tired eyes see ghosts pass by in the corridor

They do not look nicely at me

No, they do not look nice

I hear echoes of taunting voices

They do not speak kindly to me

No, they do not seem kind

But the absence of you had to be filled

Running like rats and mice

The memories dart through my mind

Gnawing away on the last few grains

Of calm and sane I managed to save

While I fled from things that made me wild

Let them rest

You are not the keeper of my heart, the plains are 

You are not the holder, the earth covers it and envelops it with its moist darkness 

There the pieces of my blackened heart feels at home 

Leave them there, buried in the moors of your dreams

Let them rest

Lets not talk about how they love you still
Let them rest

Solace in silence

In silence every word could have been spoken

Only when youre not close, anything is possible

This is when we love, this is when I let us live

We grow the most gentle affections, we say the sweetest things

When you are not here

klick klick

Klick klick and two straps are cut and my pants drop

Im flying in the skies in my knickers

I don’t need your sense and sound advice

I’d rather run on the streets with the rats and mice

Clap clap a round of applause and the flowers drop

Lustful eyes watching me from the balconies

I don’t mind playing the fool as long as I know the curtains will drop

But I don’t know that, do I

Tell me, what other role I can play with my pants down

And all you have for me are laughs and frowns

I stood still as the applause died

Thought how it might as well had been raining eggs

when i read poetry in the morning

“I like for you to be still”

But you are fluttering

The many faces you have worn

Are now wearing out my inner eye

Grinding it down so that my vision gets blurry

I can feel and only feel

Now I can't trust my senses

And I don't trust you

We will find the place

A longing, if not to get to be by your side, then to sit and silently watch time slide

As the words travel back and forth without finding a sentence to connect to 

As meanings get lost and we do too 

I have nothing special to say. I have nothing specific to give

All that I have is a shiver in my voice 

As the words drop down to their knees to beg you: 

Give us some time. Give us some time to find home

We will find the place where you can be safe.