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The girl looked down at her filthy beggar-girl feet, trying to see a little flash of light wave at her in the darkness. Her eyes narrowed, announcing negative results, as the ground drew closer to her in a moment.
A second – and she finally learnt how to break away and fly like a dove, to the skies of Heaven.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 02.05.2011 @ 7:46 am


You know, I could just
l e a n
towards the shore and
gaze at the sea with hazel
-nut eyes, I could just inhale
and never exhale again the breeze and
I could just j u m p the cliff and
become one with the void.

But I can’t.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.30.2011 @ 8:25 am


many times i thought i was sleeping wrapped in some kinds of endless dreams. the realms i saw were mundane and dull, just like life has been, it is and it will be. but, for a certain feeling, i felt scared.
scared as if lucifer and his fallen brothers were sighing among me, and there were no seraphs to wake me away. the nightmare always ended unfinished, and when i opened my eyes i always felt tired. many times i thought i was sleeping in some kinds of endless dreams.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.13.2011 @ 12:12 am


when i entered the drawing room, my sight suddenly darkened. my heart beat 80 times per second faster and my eyes were sinking in salty springs. a most astonishing view was lying beneath my trembling thoughts and yet, it was true.
my little brother was standing by the bookcase, split in two.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 12.31.2010 @ 5:30 am


when i was a child, i would look through books about Aphrodite and Odin everyday, cut the most beautiful pages and tell my ma i had written them myself. she would only smile and listen, as she would watch Hephaestus shout: “she’s lying” and she’d go back to work. i always thought i fooled her.
but, deep inside me, i knew Loki was floating above my head, telling everyone the truth.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 12.27.2010 @ 9:20 am


you know, you should’ve realised it before i did. but, somehow, you can’t see the gauzy veil covering this simple fact. fine, fine, i’m telling you…
i’ve never loved you. period.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 12.25.2010 @ 12:00 pm


Life isn’t as adventurous as death
because we all live
but only some of us truly die.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.31.2010 @ 10:02 am


Mary was cranky.
Yes, it was true. Every day, every night, every morning, she used to lock herself in the wine cellar and tell everybody else she was “busy”. She never laughed, she never smiled.
But we still loved her.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 04.05.2010 @ 9:48 am


Your hands are nothing but an icy eternity
Your eyes are fake, forgotten and tired
From the life that flies around your entity
While you sit down and cry, forever drowned.

You cannot cry, you cannot laugh, you cannot live,
Corrupted spirit, don’t you realise
You were left alone, and always ill,
No medicine can make you revive.

Cheerful souls passing next to you,
You’re never observed or forgiven by anyone,
You’re just a shadow; and we have done what we could
(We say) so you had better go and… die.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 11.12.2009 @ 10:28 pm


The aromatic smell curdled his toes and melted his eyes. The boy could not feel anything than a sweet, deep flavour exploring his nose, while he was breathing harshly, fuddled by the delicious feeling.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 11.09.2009 @ 1:02 am


She was looking for something to make the wrong things go right, but there was nothing there.
She coldly watched the stone that was blocking the door to freedom. Then, enlightened, she smiled. She discovered how to handle the situation.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 11.19.2009 @ 11:00 pm


The room of cranes
is always empty
thousands tears and hundred screams
they can hear you, they can see you
haunting you even in your dreams
they’re right behind you,
don’t turn back,
or please be deaf before you die.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 12.04.2009 @ 1:23 am


It sometimes annoys me a little: the way I think, the way I act, the way I speak. The egoism that covers and surrounds me all the time, showing me an ugly, evil monster reflected in the mirror.
A selfish monster.
A soulless monster.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 03.14.2010 @ 8:30 am


Dare to tie all your memories in a bundle,
then throw it away
in a swamp
in a lake
in an endless ocean
and leave it sink?
and leave it fall?

Dare to rip your recollections apart
and never remember them again?

Dare to try to never remember
the sunny days of September
the rainy days of November
the snowy days of December
the windy days of death?

Dare to give up everything
for his or her love?

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.30.2010 @ 4:24 am


Take your pills
to die, to survive
to catch the bus or lose your way
or even feel better today

Take your pills
but don’t say nothing
you know a word or three will make you rotten
maybe one day we’ll find something
make you iller, make you smile.

Take your pills
and take your poison
take your pills
dead’s magical potion.

Take your pills
rest on my shoulder
and wait, and wait,
your hands get colder

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.23.2010 @ 6:39 am


Thy eyes are covered in mouldy tears
but your mouth is covered in bloody laughter
thou laugh and thou cry,
thy dirt and thy blood
sinking in disease,
you reach to the last
filthy hope bleak
and scream:
“Mother, mother!!!”

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.17.2010 @ 1:18 am


the music never stops
close your eyes
you realise
it is the aria of life

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.06.2009 @ 10:49 pm


what terrible word I hear
about lives without a scope
about lives without a soul
that had only survived

the verb “to live” was scary and uncaring,
as “to survive” was sad, too practised and so weary,
the poor flame that them all hope, belief and wish
was almost burnt, damned, rotten, and crying in his mud
oh you horrible lovers of what was icy, crud,
that crashed ye soul’s desire under the tears and blood
that only survive, but cannot live

we know you’re dead inside

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.05.2009 @ 11:23 pm

some people want to live
and give their best
or to learn every day
and to hear their own beats
but you’ll never accept
their all mighty courage
for you’re so cold and scared
you just want to survive
you hare

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.05.2009 @ 11:17 pm


The hunter was on his way, raising his deadly scythe
while the rabbit was running, running, running away;
the rabbit didn’t see anything but black,
the rabbit didn’t hear anything but furious wind;
the rabbit couldn’t stop or think,
the rabbit could only sense the bloody weapon closer to his neck
and he prayed
and he feared
and he ran

Away from the knife
in the middle of the chase.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.05.2009 @ 9:02 am

trees, bushes, skies and leaves,
falling on his face,
screaming for him,
so he would come back
but he wouldn’t
he had to run
or else
he would be dead.

A chase.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.04.2009 @ 10:47 pm

run, run, run, my little rabbit,
jump, jump, jump and god bless you
never let that bad big wolf get thee
or else dead will sound so good!

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.04.2009 @ 10:17 pm

The rabbit ran, ran far away, disgusted and terrified, and then jumped, through trees
but the wolf was everywhere anyway
and the rabbit was killed

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.04.2009 @ 10:14 pm


Dressed in her little red dress,
her apron smiled
her eyes faded
her mouth shut
her nose cried
and then she died.

In her favourite apron.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.04.2009 @ 5:34 am


the red glasses,
a starry moment,
forget your lies,
and drink your crimes,
a glass of wine.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.03.2009 @ 8:14 am


they hit each other
although they were walking
in the same direction
they lost a point
and they met
a boy and a girl
now husband and wife

» Posted By jennysweetie On 10.19.2009 @ 8:13 am


The blizzard was screaming. Ruthless and furious, he ripped the branches and and blew the leaves, with eyes made of lighting and a sceptre made of fire. Throwing away the rats and the squirrels, he chained them in a suffocating dance, hardly trying not to look angered. He failed.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 02.11.2010 @ 2:05 am


Your eyes should rather glance at jolly spirits
without any souls behind the look
your eyes should never stare at my dead limits
your eyes just be a trap behind a book.

The pages of your novel are gap and whitened,
but I will still be here, and read it all;
if you feel sad or tired, maybe frightened
just kill the one who never lost control.

Your eyes, they’d never stare at ugly devils
as long as they’re mine, just like yourself
your mouth is sewn, and your ears are bleeding
just close your horror book and put it on my shelf.

» Posted By jennysweetie On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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