you know how it feels to be emotional?
to feel so uncontrolled, untamed, wild and at the same time quiet?

Then you must also know how it would feel to be a flower,
beautiful and in the same time afraid to get ugly.

Insecure, unattractive, self-aware, arrogant.

Well, that's how we all should feel some time.
How we are ought to feel. Expected to react.

But just say .. You never felt that way,
and you never want to feel that way.
It's not like someone is there with a knife on your neck.

Then just stay yourself and act normal,
like you would do in a certain situation.
Like .. air.
it moves, is never the same, changes..
That's how we should feel.
Not all the time the same, emotional, drama stuff..
Crying on school because you're feeling like you don't get enough attention,
saying you puked while you actually didn't.
stuff like that.

And there are the people who seem to be untouchable.
Unharmable, indescribable.
Those who always have this poker face on, and not showing what they're thinking.

Not showing emotion while just laughing and having fun with friends,
and completely abandoning the expectation most people have from you.
Respect.

I love those people. The anti-social network (irritating sometimes) people,
well, they have this big social network, but not on-line.

And then you get this friend request from someone you've never heard of,
never spoken to, and claims to have seen and talked to you, some day in the further away past.
Wants to be your girl-/boyfriend in the further away future. Don't lie, you've all done this at least once.
It's no shame.

Well, I guess I'm just happy with who I am, and with which friends I have.

the end.

© 2011 Cyresse HH

Reverse devotion

The light is shining on your pretty face,
your given beauty and your smiling face.
Waking up in heaven like an angel does,
getting used to the world as it always was. 


Your beautiful eyes opening gentle,
blinking against the sudden light.
To get used to the unfamiliar place,
in a strange chamber with a familiar face. 

Every little white spot on planet,
shining as bright as you do.
Every coloured spot on this planet,
quickly turning white to shine, too. 

Slowly getting up and looking around,
amazed by the light showing the dust of air.
Touch your little, soft cheek to feel your warmth,
slowly kissing it with my lips. 

Your growing perfection making you even more pretty,
making you an angel here spoiling my eyes,
making my eyes blink once in a while,
you're the sun on my blue sky. 

Dark ages fading away,
with your presence in my already wonderful day,
and I hope it will never be broken,

This chemical which keeps our bond more tight than ever.

When the evening sets his tone,

you come to me with your poker-face on,

and you tell me things I never wanted to hear,

how we ended, our story, has surrendered.

My mighty feeling called love I used to own,

Might now pack his bags and leave my home.

The walls are grey, painted and coloured with some bright red,

Telling myself how I feel, and god I just can’t stop crying about this feeling I once had.

Midnight black is covering my sight tonight,
I’m trying to put on some light but I can't see,
harder and harder it gets,
when I can't measure my surrounding.

It's fading, my thoughts and sense,
can't see, nor feel, nor measure.
Feel like a complete stranger in my own world,
like abandoning my own self.

Drama takes over my control,
shuts down my vital organs of life,
lose my sense of love,
and my will to fight.

The darker spots turn midnight black.
flaming in surrounding and colouring my head,
The compromise is made without me knowing,
the elements turning against me and letting me fall.

Can't feel the ground under me,
can't feel space and air surrounding me,
only my own heartbeat,
racing against speed.

The lost story of life is returning,
taking over my everything again,
so please let me see the problem now,
or please shut me down.

So I live on like this for a time which is unfamiliar for me,

Summer, autumn, winter and fall.

Darling, you were the one I loved,

But now it’s hurting.

 Come, come back to me.

Close your eyes,

But let me see.

Why couldn’t you just stay with me?

Fold your hands,

But make me feel.

In this love, our dance,

Make me see that our love wasn’t some stupid joke, that it was real.

Whether you decide where to put my feet,

Or I decide where to take some turns,

One of us will in the end take the lead,

And apparently you did, chose yourself over me.

There are these 90 streets around my corner,

And they crashed down in just one day.

That happened while you spoke to me,

And when you just, walked away.

 © 2011 Cyresse HH 

Horses

Horses.

How would it be if we would all ride horses,

Would we still write verses?

Would we all still love our lovers,

Wont find out about cheating, but only when he discovers?

And how would we feel,

If we would have to kill a seal?

And not process them in something chemical,

And not turn our planet anticlimatical?

So how would we hear,

When the cars disappear?

When we hear birds and wind overloud,

It would be a lot better, I don’t doubt.

And .. what would we see,

If there is no industry?

No factory, no dirty Co2,

Which the wind once further blew.

And how would it be when there wouldn’t be a reeking thing,

From industries and allies where that tramp is living in?

When every modern thing is never been seen,

I think it would smell very clean.

But we don’t know,

We will never do and so,

Maybe it will reverse some day and I’ll write a chorus,

And then, we could go outside, and ride horses.

© 2011 Cyresse, HH