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
Schlagwort: poem
A Flawed Snowflake
A flawed Snowflake on your rist,
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
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
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 #rainbowlove #hybridmoments #johannablau #poetry #poem #lovepoetry #loveart #ichraumdu
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