On Ice cream

Passion is a fake thing

Just like love

Still we need it

To survive in this

Complicated world

So full of traps and illusions

Just like ice cream is a

Substitute that

Becomes something

By itself

Madness on Ice

There are many mad ways to die

One is to walk on thin ice

In the end of the winter

Every year people drowns in the cold water

A way to die that is very avoidable

Most of those who die has not prepared

Themselves with tools like ice nails

to get out of the water

And clothes put in a plastic bag to put on

Your frozen body, They might get panic or do not

know that you have to spread your weight, crawling

Away from the hole in the thin ice

Not walking away and falling through again

The Outsider

Passion is so important

In this long boring life

Things that drives us

To fulfil, change, transform

Away from everyday life

Storms and disaster

Come and go

Passions stay and eventually

Destroys us but until then

It’s the fuel and fire

To Live Or Die

Somehow lost

Somehow gone

And

Somehow still here

A day in the middle of life

Trying to become sane

Not losing my head

Cannot solve the riddle

Being between

What I need and

What I ought to do

Life is lost only the long road

Of dying remains if I stay

Life is gained but only

Loneliness remains

Have nothing to say

This is life in a dysfunctional family

To Survive

Creating is surviving

Striving to grow

Out of my body

To grow out of my soul

To grow out of my brain

To outgrow my limitation

To receive

To give

To live

To die

I Don’t Want To Go

The end is so near

I am not ready

To end it all

Just lost the meaning

To live

Have to find a new one

I know I am not

Good enough and

That is not really

Where I want to be

Only That

I don’t want to break down

Or commit suicid

I don’t want to fight

I don’t want to hate

Someone I only want

To live

My life

Have an economy

That works

Not losing

Money every day

Only thar

Nothing more