Really

fishy

Legs

Hanging low
way deep inside the ground
creeping along streets
lousy, lousy feeling.
Hangover Square
unbelievable,
I must be dreaming,
the neon signs showed her legs
and I felt I could
hang myself and die
just die in between those
shining, oh, moaning,
yes, yes,
her gorgeous legs.
Silk stockings so sharp around my neck.

She’ll kill me for nothing.

Patterned

drip drip
pour and pour
sink
sink
sink

in the rain

remember to sing while you sink

***

The weekly theme for
Thursday Challenge
is
patterned

The One and Only

You either love him



or you hate him.



I adore him.



Screamin' Jay Hawkins

The Kick

Oh, his love was so strong,
mighty and great,
and how he liked to show it.

I’ll kick the shit out of you
he murmured, groaned in ecstacy,
showing his power,
throwing it all around her.

Kicking gave him a kick.

Wishes, hopes and dreams come true

Katili challenged me to list six of my dreams, my wishes and hopes. It sounds easy, to know what you yearn, but when I started to write down my list, I found that it wasn’t as simple as I had thought.

It’s not that I wouldn’t know what I want. I just don’t know, if I would be disappointed if the wishes didn’t come true. And if so, are those things wishes at all?

Maybe I’m only a realistic. I know there are things I can wish for, I know there are things I can do to make my dreams come true, and I know there are things that just won’t succeed in this life, things I just have to live with, cope and make the best with them.

I could wish my back wouldn’t trouble me any more, but at the same time I know the facts of my backbone. To lessen the pain I can’t only dream; I have to exercise and stretch my muscles constantly. The condition of my back is up to me.

I could wish that depression wouldn’t come sneaking upon me. I most surely don’t want to sink into that black hole again and to hinder that, I must try to listen to myself, to be aware of myself. I know the symptoms, oh yes, I know them more than well, so I must be quicker than depression. It’s up to me to fight against it, and never let go.

I could wish that the joy in creating would in the future still be a joy, the mere amaze of writing, taking photos and painting would still have magic, but I also know that there are always times when it’s better to stop everything. I can’t be creative all the time and only pour out what’s in me. I have to fill me up with new things and that requires times of doing nothing.
It’s up to me to tolerate the times of less imagination.

I could wish to publish a book. Well, I already did that, and maybe sometime, I’ll publish another one, all by myself, just like I want it to be. My own publisher. I like it, because the recognition of me is more important than the recognition of others. It’s up to me to like and appreciate the things I do.

I could wish for more or less, but I believe my wishes aren’t that important. It’s more important what I do. Maybe I’m dull, but this is me and I just have to live with myself.

To other people, my wishes are: all the best. Nothing more exact. Only the best you can do.

****

How about your dreams? Catch the challenge and write about your wishes. Yes, just you.

Brighter

They had been waiting for hours, waiting for the rain to stop. The hotel room felt damp and miserable, outside it was no better. The unpaved streets of the little town had turned into a swamp of mud, big puddles speckled the empty street corners.

There was nothing more to say. All had already been shouted in the air during the long days and nights of their pitiful visit, their sad attempt to remake their relationship by taking a vacation. They felt empty inside, fatigue and bored. There was no more need for hatred and even bitterness felt a waste of strength.

The need to make the other understand had lost its meaning. The desperate urge to justify the decisions they had been making, seemed now pathetic and ludicrous.

They just wanted the rain to stop. They fantasized about leaving the hotel room, stepping outside, going separate ways, never looking back.

If it only would get brighter.

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The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge is bright

Dreamer

She’s a beautiful dreamer,
dreaming of her own private world,
in her own secret world,
dreaming her own faraway dreams,
shared by no one.
Beautiful dreamer,
smiling in her dreams,
so softly.
Look at her
and see the dream.

Just look at her
and be for a moment
a part of her world.
Look, but don’t touch,
don’t disturb her.

She doesn’t want to be awaken
from her dreams.

Only look. In silence.
And remember to love.

Look.

Name Dropper

Paleface

I'll be gone for some days. Take care.

As common as love

She was a common girl
in common clothes,
plain face,
ordinary appearance,
doing her everyday work,
living her common life
in her common world.
A common girl.

Until the day she met the one who thought she was
nothing but common.

Common love makes you special.

***

The weekly theme for

Thursday Challenge is

common

Gowns

I don't like shopping,
don't enjoy buying clothes.

I prefer taking photos
of clothes.

And with photos
I can manufacture clothes
exactly the way I please.

Self

Bored with myself.
Tired.
Disgusted.
Looking at myself.
Listening to myself.
Seeing me.

It's a shame you can't run away from yourself.

I'd like to.

Pink

The weekly theme
for Thursday Challenge is

PINK

Don't!

Don't tell me I'm crazy,
'cause it is a lie.
Don't tell me I'm lazy
if you hear me sigh.

Don't tell me to change,
to have a real life.
Don't tell me to be
a suburban wife.

I am what I am
and it's good enough for me.
I look at myself and
I like what I see.

***

with this poem I welcome
you
to visit my new
photo gallery

Do step in!