Dive With Me E-Book

Hope Vania Greene

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Poems about life, illusion and desillusion. Written by an introvert, almost autistic soul.
And for those who make it to the very end of the book there will be a short story about what can happen when you hold on too long, when you cannot find the strength to finish a condemned condition.

Leseprobe

Hope Vania Greene

Dive With Me

Into The Depths Of My Soul

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 München

Foreword

 Time ...

... is like an architect.

With instruments - some soft, some harsh - it molds our childish gods into playgrounds of mud.

And then it will be up to us if (and how) we use them or not.

Let the sun make us brighter and let's allow the rain to drain the tearful ocean of our soul.

Whatever we decide to do: Our way of life will be absolutely unique and individual.

And perhaps we will discover too late what a wonderful journey we had made.

Body Journey

I could definitely need a brand-new mental order; my brain is tearing itself apart; thousands of tingling thoughts rave and rave and rave, always the whole bunch at once; most of them seem strangely important; so many hurt.

My storming emotions are abnormally huge. They can provoke the most brutal pain. They are capable of drowning my soul within their hot waves. My heart is clinging and stinging.

It feels as if mind, heart and soul are inseparably bond together. Alas, the mind has its own special, irresistible dancing rhythm impregnating the soul with a stirring frenzy.

So, finally my whole system is yearning for new lands, for a great achievement. And for unity and fulfilment.

And therefore I am searching... my eyes never stand still... my brain is working and working... never able to sleep and recover. I get a terrible headache, followed by a horrible heartache. And then my back and neck show sudden symptoms of rapid disease.

Maybe nothing but time will ever be able to stop me from feeling too much, from wanting too much, from loving the finest of all visions. Of love. Of life.

A face to be loved

When you bow your brow like thisYou make me shiverWhen you stretch your lips like thatI sweatYet

Anti-Exorcism

The proud glance of guiltShattered downUnderneath the cloth

Bewildering emptinessTurn me onTurn me off

Usage; bathroom-tacticThe crazynessIs Mad

We turn aroundOne by oneEach after anotherTin soldiers

Who is the fucking leaderOf the gang?

Turn me onTurn me offTurn around!

Stupid, turn!

And all what remainsIs the end of the nightDementia on the sheetsDeaf and blind?

Don't you see my heart jerkingLike an idiotJumping offThe cliffs of natural doom?

Condemnation descentsWe bought a ticketTo hell a long time ago

One way trip

We ride and ride and rideSmoothly like a fairy tale

Watch out; the dawn is the beginningNeedful things are everywhereAnd anywhere; use your imagination

The colloquium of artial conscience

Don't you see that I am dying?Don't you care?Why the fuck don't you care?What did I fucking do that you seemingly don't want to care?

Humanity, please!

I kneel down, deep deep down,Beneath your shoes, I regret, I doubted, I falsed the world

BACK IN ME!BACK TO ME!BACK INTO ME!

Beware of the Truth

 Just a glimpseOf Truth

Reaches us In years

Powerfully strikingIt isWhen the wavesOf EnlightmentTenderly touchOur Soul

Make us shiverLet us feel wholeMagic momentPasses awayWon't ever stayLeaves just a holeTill the very one day