Poems, mixed English and German

To whom it may concern

CN: Climate

Audio version: 19-09-16-ToWhomItMayConcern.mp3

To whom it may concern

Educated in their schools
children teach us climate rules
while you lobbyism fools
still are burning fossil fuels

Let us join them on the street
for the system change we need
You might try to call us freak
while you feel the heat waves peak

You should really be concerned
when the introverts start flooding our streets



CN: Mord, Spinnen

Audio version: 19-10-10-Versteck.mp3


Tief unten in des Felsens Höhle,
wo kein Licht den Grund erreicht,
lebt, bevor er einst verbleicht,
der Morchelmolch

Lebt dort, ohne lang zu Sinnen,
tötet viele, zarte Spinnen,
arme Wesen, lange Beine;
jene Trauer ist nicht seine.
Denkt nicht, fühlt nicht, ist allein
versteckt in seiner Gruft
bis er verbleicht, der olle Schuft.


I'd dance

CN: Emocean

Audio version: 19-09-24-IdDance.mp3

I'd dance
no, not that dancing with all that cheering happiness
not with others, no togetherness
not with the sun up there so bright
its brightness hurts, but not so pleasantly
never have I been a fun dancing pal

I'd move
not to happy songs
with all that party
may the people party
I don't mind, but party without me

I'd swim in the music
flow in the tunes
move with passion
with the tension I need
to not get ripped apart
while I savor being hurt

I haven't felt it for too long

therefore I'd dance


I cannot scream

CN: self hate, bullying, maybe abuse

Audio version: 20-01-23-ICannotScream.mp3

I cannot scream

I never screamed
with my voice
for myself.

When they locked me into a wardrobe
I silently cried.

I silently cried
when they ripped out my personality
played with it as if it was worthless
And made me hate it.

Sometimes I scream
but I hate it
it feels like their game
maybe they won
it never relieves
it never heals.

Sometimes I scream
for people who can't scream for themselves
and although they are grateful
it still feels like stealing their voice
(not like my own)
it hurts my ears and my throat
and my soul
it is defense, prevents damage
but never unburdens.

People tell me to scream
but I can't.

They say it was healthy
would make my unhealed wounds fade
but I can't.

What helps is to tell
not with my voice, not with just words
I write poems
I breathe music
I go public
which feels a bit strange and wrong
but it works as if I was screaming, so maybe it's not.

It relieves.
Silently, but heard.