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Fie KroC Poems
The Life Carousel
You have to live in the present, my friend! Breathe in the fresh air, feel your young heart beat. And to the sound of music you will dance, and under a hidden mask you’ll find beauty.
Don't fear The Reaper
Happy Val(end) tine
Happy Valentine, I hope you choke on chocolate, Happy Valentine, or of the nauseatingly romance in the air This stomach-turning smell of red roses,
Life before the big city
When it’s quiet and I can’t hear the summing from the cars, the sirens in the air and the lively talk from people, I think back. Back when I lived in the small town, the town I just wanted to get away from. Those ghostly streets, people in black and white, never excepting differences. I remember all my lonely days, when I wish I could travel out on my own, meet someone more like me. But I never did. So when I was done with school, I was done with this town, these people. I moved away. To the noise.
I’m laying here in this lukewarm water in this bathtub, wondering about life, wondering about everything. I’m just laying here in silence, I only hear the small drops from the tab but besides that, deadly silence.
Sometimes I just want to cry, I don’t know why exactly, I just know I do. When I feel so miserable and lonesome.
Hey, I’m just a lonely soul waiting for someone to rescue me I’ve fallen down in this hole, please someone help me up I hear them at night whisper to me, ’help is on the way’ But I see no one, I see no one, only the sky above me
Voices in my head, haunted screams torture my mind every night and I feel the spiders crawl in their web yet again Dreams are made winding through my head, through my head, before I again am awake But those screams of hunger and war they’ll do anything to tear me apart, and I cry blood
So you are pretty you say? You look like all the others. You got style you say? Your own style? Take a magazine and look, there is your “style”.
Escaping in creativity, trying to subdue other feelings, forget the sickness, down with the sickness. In my mind, in my fantasy I can be who I want to be. I can be what I want to be.
R E A D
The smell of cake... It’s so exasperating, yet so tempting You just want to devour it all like a fucking pig! But it’ll stick on your body and you’ll turn into a plump cake yourself.
Hate to feel
You feel dizzy, feel your bones through your fragile skin Your heart beats slowly like an ancient clockwork. You feel your veins, poke them with your needles, and enjoy the pain
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The Life Carousel
You have to live in the present, my friend!
Breathe in the fresh air, feel your young heart beat.
And to the sound of music you will dance,
and under a hidden mask you’ll find beauty.
You are going to make sweet love and be drunk in it,
dance on tables and fall on your ass,
laugh if off like a real gentleman and pour another drink.
Ahh, this is life!
And you HAVE to see Paris at night with its beautiful shining lights, and the marvelous ...