Horizon
Looking up at the sky, red, as if the blood of all the missed opportunities was washing away the sun, drowning the world in darkness. But hopeless as it may seem to some, the night brings shelter to all those haunted souls who lost their will to carry on, so they can gather new strength for the next day when more dreams will be destroyed, but also new hopes will be born when the cleansed sun returns. And i will look up again to the horizon.

This is kind of personal, but its the only actual poem-ish thing i have... i left the last line away because it doesnt belong here....

And if i'd have to wait for 41 years...

Drowning in my dreams when i was small
Dark depths nobody heard my desperate call
Being alone without someone to hold now i am dreading most of all

Dark, cold, empty, then i didn't really care
It only was a dream, nothing real i would have had to share
Now i know how it's always been but saying it i still not dare

Lost, alone, they didn't help, left me behind
I've gotten used to her cause lonelyness was always very kind
But nevertheless i would be lying if i said that i don' mind

The darkness ever tries to swallow me and pulls me down away from life
But now i see a hand that's reaching down to help in my eternal strife

Unthoughts

My mind melting down, a meteor of thoughts. Colliding, crumbling in it's brightest moment. Scattered my ideas are now lost to sanity forever...

Dark outside, cold inside, choked the will to go on, leaving what will never come behind without a second thought...

Raging through my conscience, memories of long forgotten errors, emotional crimes, tortured souls, remaining only guilt...

Leaking memories, i can't remember who i was or what i've done, nor those that have been hurt by my self centered little way of life...

A gift and a curse, how words give joy and cause those grief who we love, would it be better there weren't any?

Go outside, sit, close your eyes, breathe, listen, look inside, what do you see?

Holding tight, losing grip, flying, falling, hitting the ground, lying still, dying, buried in a white and icy grave...

A milky Dairy Tale

It was a normal day of dairy chores in the life of a normal dairy maid... Almost.
Not that she wasn't a normal dairy maid, actually you would probably find a picture of a scarily similar looking girl in every encyclopedia if you looked under dairy maid.
And the day did indeed start almost disappointingly dull, not even some interesting gossip made it to her ears.
But all this changed brutally when she arrived at work. The dairy wasn't a very busy place, but there usually was at least SOMEONE around. Well, there was, but she didn't know at that time.
So she arrived, seemingly nobody there, whatever she thought and just wanted to start making butter when she noticed that the milk had a quite unusual color. It was pink.
Now she was beginning to become just a wee bit suspicios, so she started to poke around in the milk bucket. A hand was floating in it. Nothing attached to it, now THAT was quite unusual.
At this point she concluded that it would be a sensible thing to look what happened to the rest of the hands owner. Note: that's what SHE thought, remember, there's someone lurking in the shadows.
She found the rest quite quickly, just by following a pretty obvious trail of blood and guts she had somehow missed before. Unfortunately, the rest of the dairy staff was quite craftily reduced to a bloody heap of body parts, which our dairy maid took as a little of a shock.
Now there's two possible endings to this tale. 1. The big bad killer swung down his woodchoppers axe on the dairy maids head, which split in two and she was dead immediately. 2. Never having heard of martial arts the assailant tried the aforementioned thing and bloodily failed by getting his own axe through his neck.
You will have to choose for yourself which one you find more appropriate. And have a nice day! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

A little Feary Tale

Once upon a time... There stood a solitary rotten tree on a hill amidst vast plains of barren land. No living thing could there be seen no matter how hard you'd try. But legend says it wasn't always so, that all this now dead land had once been green with millions of trees and bushes, overflowing life!
Now, it is said, that in this forest of forests, little beings lived, who weren't bigger than the squirrels on the trees. Living joyful little lives in houses underground, they knew not fear nor sorrow or even hatred... Until the Day of Envy came.
On that unfortunate day, there fell from a tree upon a hill a thing that never had been seen among the tiny folk. And so it came that he who later on was called The Finder, whose real name is long forgotten, stumbled over it. Bewildered he took it home and showed it to his spouse, an, even among her kind, outstandingly joyful little thing who everyone liked.
On that same evening, the Finder asked his wife, what she would do about the thing, but she knew not herself and thus proposed to show it to the others and ask them for advice.
So in the morning they held council, all wondering what the thing could be, and one said: lets open it, to see whats inside! Another: lets bury it, maybe it grows? A third: lets cook it and lets see just how it tastes!
But since this was too difficult a decision to make on one day, they agreed on continuing the discussion the next morning.
It was then, the Finder thought: I have found it, so I should decide, they are only jealous!
There had never before been such a feeling among his kind but he was afraid. Afraid, anyone could take his precious object, and from fear grew anger witch turned into hatred. Those emotions were too much for one who never experienced any of them before and they drove him mad.
In his deranged state he took a stone and slew every one of his people in their sleep, and the soil was drenched with the blood of the innocent and the plants began to die.
Still blinded by his rage, the Finder finally arrived at his home, where his wife slept. If she was dead, there wouldn't be anyone left to steal his treasure. But at the moment he held the blood dripping stone over her head, the last bit of sanity returned to him and he didn't dare kill the one he loved. Realizing what he had done he took the stone in despair and killed himself with it.
At the sound of his limp body hitting the ground, his wife woke up, screaming in terror at the sight of her husband lying on the ground, covered in blood. She cried for help, but nobody answered, and it dawned on her the bitter truth, that she was the only one left.
She took the wretched thing from the Finders bloody hands, knowing it was what had caused all this horror. While leaving the house, she witnessed that everything around her, that was her entire world, was rotting and falling apart. Consumed with grief, crying, still clutching the thing between her small fingers she ran through the woods.
After an infinite time, so it seemed, she arrived at a hill. On it an enormous tree, still fighting back against the sea of decaying life around it. The little woman, blind of the tears in her eyes, exhausted beyond recovery held up the thing and with her dying breath shouted to the tree: Take it back! Undo the harm you have caused!
But it was already too late. The forest was dead and with it every thing living in it. Only one lonely rotten tree on a hill remaining.
And so the story ends. But if you dare go to the tree, maybe you can find a tiny skeleton holding some kind of nut and if you bury it, perhaps there will be one day a new forest. Or maybe it will all happen again

SHIVER!

Hellooo to the little world of me dreary tales from me mind lost!

well for now its just a backup for what ive already written, but behold, more is to come so be afraid!!!! (very)

you may shiver now.