Within the event horizon E-Book

Dahi Tamara Koch

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 57

Beschreibung

Within the event horizon, the bounds of time and space disappear. Everything that's taking place is happening outside the bounds of the visible – nevermore connected to time and space. In this collection, poetry and prose encounter each other in four planetary chapters and thus merge in a literary symbiosis.

Leseprobe

Contents

Saturn

A play of colours

Dethinking

Venus

What is it like to fall in love?

Of quantum foam and shell tesseracts

All the words we read have as much meaning as we grant them to have

Like an open book

Moments

An everlasting garden

In the unknown lands

Arrival

Together everything will get better

Do you really need that much to be happy?

Mars

A pop of colour can frighten away the grey

What Paris means to me

Even in hope, there is fear

It takes a whole life to become young again

My best time

Giving up is not an option

Sometimes you find yourself in the obvious outland

How do you encounter the stones that life is throwing

Sometimes you have to burn something old to create something new

Change your mind. Change your life.

Jupiter

The tragedy in life is never tragic as a whole

It has been real, it will always stay real

Life has to be danced

The irreversibility of our fate

Omnipresence

Embrace the moment and feel alive

I'm proud of you

About the author

Impressum

Saturn

I'm grown up -

why should I believe in fairytales

vast lands

and a horizon

near my fingertips

nearly touching the skies

I see my earth at a distance

neither in field

nor in flower

will I grasp my tomorrow

no water

offers the solution

I need to drink

I'm full of words I cannot take hold of

my pen children keep silent

ever since I met you

my heart cannot retire

consciously

I misread myself

in you

I opened up

like a book

and innocence

turned the page

but you remain

the book of seven seals

unconsciously

tearing my pages apart

feeling like December

acting like Summer

now dream, forgotten

in the somnambulist's sleep

my solid sensation

hacked and picked

and innocence slipped away

buried

in a kiss of life

eyes like fairytales

you don't believe in

whenever you go

the heavens shed the tears

I'm not able to weep

for a moment I stood still

in your arms

but I kept on running

for a moment you stole

a forbidden glance from me

but you shall never be a part of my world –

I am his, and he is mine

I won't ever make room

for a second glance

between us

silent lies become a whispered truth

as my misery fades

like a symphony, coloured in blue

my heart still answering to your echo

lingering in this body of mine

don't you hide your soul away

don't you keep it in disguise

this heart of mine –

it doesn't compromise

mutual indifference

I like the way you keep the silence

and all the stitches in my heart

sometimes the silence

makes an overwhelming noise

we met

in a night without a morning –

silence echoed

in our hearts

I felt empty – my love drew to a close.

Now it's up to you to show me something –

if you have anything to show.

If it is love, it isn't destined

for silence.

We collected the cats on the riverbanks

and danced through the supermarket.

We counted the lights in the distance

and wrote our melodies on the wind.

Chocolate dreams were your gift

to all of my strawberry kisses.

So much warmth – even in the coldest of days.

[…] I'm missing us.

How am I supposed to feel if I don't know?

How am I supposed to know if I don't feel?

How am I supposed to feel what we are if doubt already

whispers softly into my ears?

How should I think of us now if I dethink us in the past?

How am I supposed to talk to you if you cannot talk to me?

nostalgia makes the past dress up in prettier clothes

than those the present is wearing

we can live in none but the present

the past is past

the bygone days

cannot be filled with life

we are no time travellers

your idea of eternity

was too different from mine

A play of colours

Our beginning.

I see your blood, sweat and tears vibrate in every new day.

A breath of air in August.

The sound of the sea.

I can sense my solitude.

Feet stroke the grass.

I wander the woods, drink in the cedar trees.

I am with and within me.

The last hours of this very day paint the colours of kings

and queens on each and every wall.

Every treetop becomes a vespertine jewel.

Night.

Deep shadows in me and my soul

and a little black dress in my wardrobe.

Where are you?

Let us dance to the play of colours.

I can't feel them without you.

I sleep when I'm awake

and wake up when I'm asleep

never-ending night within me –

my songs fading away

on my muted lips

put your smile on my mouth

that dreams of you

kiss me awake

let my morning dawn

gift me the tomorrow

I cannot behold

for all I see is darkness

wandering around your head can never be wrong

but always beware of not losing your way

most love is lost in all that remains in the hidden

"When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a

dream," you said, only a few days later.

And thus you voiced what came true only a few months

later.

It had been a dream.

[...]

"Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said.

"Why do you say something like this," you asked me.

"Because we never had the chance to share the present."

hiding her axiom

in her heart's maze

songs that remind her of the childhood

she never had

wanting to change a person

who doesn't want to change himself

is like cosmetic surgery

on cancer patients

the blindest people think

they can see the most

summer storms –

poets let their souls fall down

like rain

the last words have been spoken

hanging over my head – the sword of Damocles

since the beginning of time

I will keep on weeping

over thoughts and over you

wandering about all of my rooms

your absence is all around me

and the silence is more frightening

then any sound has been before

too much is truth in those words:

that wonders are falsehood

and the days are gone, never to return

how blind can you be

with opened eyes

time after time

my demons leave me blind

and you walked into the night

and befriended the moon

when it's cold inside of me – tell me

who is keeping me warm

I need someone to hold me

to keep me warm at night

someone to fight my darkness

to bathe my world in light