The Inbetween

I will find my peace tonight

thereinbetween — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 17:18:27 +0000

I’m digging deeper and my blood vessels

are pumping

I will find my peace tonight

Old closets with shady memories

And people dying along the streets

In my here and in my then

I am never gonna go there again

But I will find my peace tonight

Wrinkled faces on the table

And the bottle in my hand

Parted me from my early cradle

Spreading words throughout the land

I will find my peace tonight

Yes, I will find my peace tonight

It just ain’t right it just ain’t right

To kill and swallow

But I will find my peace tonight

I’m digging deeper and my blood vessels

are pumping

I will find my peace tonight

Old closets with shady memories

And people dying along the streets

In my here and in my then

I am never gonna go there again

But I will find my peace tonight

Wrinkled faces on the table

And the bottle in my hand

Parted me from my early cradle

Spreading words throughout the land

I will find my peace tonight

Yes, I will find my peace tonight

It just ain’t right it just ain’t right

To kill and swallow

But I will find my peace tonight

©CurlySu2010

Spaziergänge

thereinbetween — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:14:17 +0000

Spaziergänge in Unterwelten,

Gedankenwirren und

Sonnenstrahlen,

und dann auch noch in ausgewählten,

Dialogen und

ganz fahlen

Gesichtern sehen wollen

wo sie alle sind

die tollen, tollen

Momentanaufnahmen

vom Glück im Wind

und Frühlingstagen

die kamen

nach dem tiefen Winter.

Ich trau mich kaum

und doch dahinter,

ich seh ein Lächeln klitzeklein,

das muss das Leben in uns sein.

Sometimes

thereinbetween — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 09:43:20 +0000

sometimes…I breathe you in…very deeply…and then you spread yourself throughout my body…are in my ankles and my hair tips…make me smile, just so…and it isn’t a dose that should be raised permanently…simply a feeling that is there…that has creeped in.

sometimes, the mind is trying to talk to the emotion…a very interesting dialogue, I can tell you…then they talk about dancing in the moonlight and swimming in the ocean…and it seems like it has always been there, but the mind hasn’t sensed it before…very odd, but beautiful.

ugh…

thereinbetween — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:32:54 +0000

Completely drunk in the rain

I stand and try to

step through bubbles

riding a rollercoaster

out on empty streets

with both hands in

the air I try to

hug the clouds

my feet start running back and

take me with’em on

their trip to neverland

in the mirror

- a smiling child

What it is…

thereinbetween — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:31:19 +0000

(this is one of my older spittings)

Is it love that I’m feeling
or is it passion just for one night.
Isn’t it passion making live livelier
but also passion leading to pain
Or is it just love that I’m feeling
or am I maybe going insane
Isn’t it passion causing the sweetness
that love longens for us
Or is it pain killing the moments
in which love is causing the lust
Or is it just dreams and illusions
that makes us people trust
And isn’t it life that asks for solutions
and isn’t it love that we need
So is it pain that causes the passion
and it is all love indeed

Distraction

thereinbetween — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:28:50 +0000

(this is one of my older spittings)

This damn distraction that I’m in doesn’t help at all,
I mean, I can’t concentrate on anything while I’m concentrating on everything.
You say that’s paradox, man, you’re right,
but it is like it is.
All those ideas and images don’t put theirselves together and
while things turn out to be really interesting
people bore me to death.
This “Oh, I just ask you personal questions, but hey, don’t think that means I wanna be friends with you” is pissing me off.
I miss care and well, a little bit of love wouldn’t be bad at all.
Don’t you agree?
Wasn’t it: me, myself and I
and shouldn’t it be: me, you and maybe us instead?
Am I focusing too much on my misery of not ending lonelyness,
shouldn’t I be focusing on saving the planet or some other life-changing goal?
Questions leading to questions, but not to answers and that’s what you tell me to simply accept?
I can’t, I just cannot do that,

cause first I think, I should save myself before saving the world,no?

Exploring the Inbetween

thereinbetween — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:26:08 +0000

Waghalsig

thereinbetween — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 16:01:38 +0000

Es ist nur ein Tropfen

am Glasrand, der

in seinem Übermut

zurückfließt in

die Tiefe des Weines.

wunschzettel im niemandsland

thereinbetween — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:01:20 +0000

mich entladen wie ein sommergewitter

einschlagen in deinem leben

regnen auf dich

wie der wind dich berühren

dich atmen

in den abend tanzen

dich küssen in der morgenluft

mit gedanken spazierengehen

deine melodie malen

deine stimme einfangen

das leben umarmen

und mit dir

Sein.

The Confusion of Missing Someone

thereinbetween — Sun, 03 May 2009 19:04:31 +0000

It is easy to say, I miss. But it is hard to admit that you miss someone for real. Even though we know already that you easily get used to things and circumstances and it is hard to give up or let go of people you value, how come we make such a big deal of spitting it out?

Life moves permanently and while we always try to stay on track and get the best out of it, we forget that people are moving as well and we cannot force the moments to stand still for us just in order to be enjoying it forever.

But, hell, I wish, we could. Letting go is something you have to learn to assure to be in tune with yourself rather than attuning yourself to everyone around. And although I am enjoying as much as possible I sometimes catch myself wanting more of a certain feeling or state of being.

While we can try to control our thinking and gain power over the ever winding contribution center, steering the wheel of your emotional world is not as easy.

And therefore I say, once you come to the conclusion that you really miss, just tell it.

It might not extend the experience but it will let the other know that he/she is loved and cared about.