Fighting Spirit

The conflicts start

early in the morning

Promising a miserable day

Every move and action we take is a

part of a bigger pattern

So is the conflicts as well

It is all in the open to read

Still we go into a

Relationship with open eyes

Blinded for the longterm suffering

A Stench of Paradise

Just being here

Trapped on a small island

In the wast emptiness of the mind

Another slow day

In the summer

A day so still that we are

Creating conflicts as a pastime

Running around in our own mind

Tearing down Paradise

Family Meeting

The silence and tension

Is still in the air

Unable to find a good

Way of talking

Solving not just

Containing problems

Eventually you leave when

The contraction and denial

Becomes unbearable

Differences

We are in conflict

So let us never talk again

Let us avoid each other

Forever

Hold our grudges to ourselves

Hide in our safe spaces

Until we root and get eaten

By our own stupidity

Unpleasant Life

Trying to create

Names and words

For the future

That is still so

Uncertain

By being nice to

Everyone

It will never end well

Will is conflict

Will is life

Will is creating

New unexpected things

Like life in it’s glory

Bipolar Circle

Living with a bipolar

One moment everything is

Fine, the next moment

She is stressed

The situation is bad as hell

Blaming and screaming

Trying to get out of it,

Is like a nightmare,

You try to run away

But your leg does not

Carry you anymore

The monster approaches

There is no way to escape

You just have to play dead

Hope for the best

Father

Trying to leave

The pain behind

Breaking with your

Father and your fate

Comes at a prize

I am freezing slowly

Dying

Being free is worth

Dying for

Feeling alive, a little

Again

Until next calamity

Strikes

And I am on the street