Schlagwort: poem

Nightly clouds and wishful thinking

I am between bear and wolf to rip apart the shreads of your skin
Keeping me from seeing
My raging heart disappearing
My acing mind shrouding thoughts
Into the flux of animism
Praying and bleeding for a better cause
That leaves my mind to think, my soul to breath , my heart to love again
And in my hope lies the seed of humanity
Without bewildering my wildest parts
The future lies in human hearts
To be thinking about tomorrow in a pleasent state and to dream of places where no one hates another
Where we do not part but share and
Cover each other to not cover up pain but process and literate its urgency
Where the currency of love is named healing.
This place is called
Our Future

Johanna nion Blau, 25.-26.08.2026

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Where does it hurt?

My chest almost collapsed, but not my heart, it’s beat is still rapidly engaged.
Yet my ears bleed of to much nonsense put into them by smoky mouths, happily enraged.
Now my lungs are full of crap.
Emotionally unavailable guys verbally fight for my attention.
I beam away, thinking about books and songs and motion pictures another human mentioned.

All I want is, that the truth of your soul speeks through your eyes to me. 
And I wanna dance on your lap. 🙂

Don't want no villans smile of a stranger, that tries to put me back 
In that wicked place of my thoughts, my sorrow, of his dreadful lack of words.
Don't want no harmfull laughter, which wakes me from a lot of promising dreams.
Light that flashes, light that beams, after seconds I know what to say:

I'd love to be rich of feelings, tender thoughts and laughter.
I'd live to be rich of moments to remember.
Taunting encounters enlightning my ever youthfull spirit.
The promise you made hurts me in my guts. I didn't keep it.
But I go on with the smiling eyes of a wounded warrior. 
I go on with the flying hands, of a samurai, only that a keyboard is my sword.
I go on as, if I would die, should you catch my heart with your butterfly net.
Your the wrong human. Didn't approach to the right one yet.

20-04-2026 by Johanna nion Blau
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A Flawed Snowflake

A flawed Snowflake on your wrist,
Is there such a thing?
They are all beautiful
And they are unique
As long as they exist.

Like a ring so old
With its bliss
Fitting to the one wearing it
Made by inspiring wit
Until both, ring and flake melt
And become something else
Water or silver or gold.

A flawed snowflake in the blaze,
Is it possible that I mistook it for something else?
Could it be a flake of ash instead?
Tumbling up from the burning sea of health
Rising to the sky from a building on fire
Floating away from a red candle
Illuminating two faces who desire in a haze.

A flawed snowflake startled by a fan,
Could it be a flake of sorts?
Maybe a flake of dust
A flake made by the old time rulers
Who’s strong breath of rust
Made the flakes tumble into the future,
For us to understand, what doesn’t work anymore at hand.

The flawed snowflake might as well be all:
It is dust
It is fire
It is ice
It might a metaphor for our believes, for our belongings
For our glass cliffs or reefs
For your longings for sure.

Who decides, what is flawed anyway?
Who acts normal in a firestorm?
Who breaths freely when the dust is floating in the air?
Who is made perfect, when nature itself is on the shelf?
Who might still care anyway?
As long as we have to define, measure and to rhyme,
Nothing can truly be free.

Johanna nion Blau 30.01.2026

Photo by Lini Popini
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A new kind of kind

Stuttering through the mud of words
The shining people that listen anyway
I am about to rave through the pieces left of civic engagement
Dancing like I don’t care, but I do

About you, about everything
But how in this world of slumber
Can I not be another number
How can I set free my force

How not to make things worse
In this place, where mountains fade
There is no way to debate
This smile is an invitation 

For luck, for love, for levitation
Heaven sent or raised by hell
Here on earth is where I shall make my peace 
Here is where ends meet so well

Johanna Blau 31.12.2022
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Rainbow Colored Symphony

Dancing by painting my writings
Crying out loud the love
For my own spirit beings
Dreaming what the carve
In the cave of my mind

Me, I hurt
Me, I smile
Me, I had to catch this breath
for such a long while

Help me goddess
Don't divide
Too many have died
Raise your fist
And write

My life is a chance to see purple truths
Like in my youth
I've grown a fantastic world of empathy
Like a rainbow colored symphony

These feelings like mountains crumbling
The statue shining through is you, yet stumbling
Over words unsaid
Speaking of what we did in a cloudy bed

Me, I hurt
Me, I smile
Me, I had to catch this breath
for such a long while

Help me goddess
Don't divide
Too many have died
Raise your fist and write

Me, I am hurt
Me, I do smile
Me, I maybe fail
for now I exhale

Help me goddess
Don't divide
Too many have died
Raise your fist
And write

Dear family hold my hand and heart
Don't go out to fight
This beautiful world is worth
To survive

Today I was hurt
Today I smiled
That marvelous day
Has all gone wild

The hours turn to sand
Time paints no lines
I Say No to silence
I Say No to false signs

This is no poem
That calls out for anymore wars to fight
Let peace lead your hand
Let thought be the sword and write

Me, I am hurt
Me, I do smile
Me, I had to catch this breath
for such a long while

Help me goddess
Don't divide
Too many have died
Raise your fist
And sing and dance and paint and write

JB-05-2020



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