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A Life
(Scurta relatare)
11-10-2006
by Ronja
A Life
Voices behind the door. People talking.You can always hear everything through the thin walls, every laugh, every sniff and every gurgle of a flush. The house does not offer any privacy. She hears how the old man in the upper floor...
A Little Girl Who Was Once Big
(Scurta relatare)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
A dim light bulb carelessly hung on the wall, hanging down on lengths of wire, dangling in midair.
The faint light born in the bulb is hardly acknowledged, hardly noticed. Hardly anyone recognises that the faint light hovering in the dark...
a memory
(Poezie)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
she stumbles
she fumbles
she stares...
hollow eyed
into the darkness of the mind
she looks
and she searches
while the cry
it emerges
her throat
she looks to the ceiling
the painting is peeling
she screams
and she
stumbles
she...
another work on frustration
(Poezie)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
When you seem to run out the frustration,
scream out the pain,
when you try your best, but you fall
again and again
you’re amongst confused souls
in a labyrith of material
living just to be
you suddenly discover something
just one tiny...
Dear Whoever-Cares-To-Read
(Scurta relatare)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
Dear whoever-cares- to- read,
Sometimes I act as if my life were a great theatre, a well known film, just a bloody act. Why? Because it makes things easier, it makes things more bearable and everything which is bitter gets an interesting...
Frustration
(Poezie)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
Depression
Opression
The hating sensation
Darkness rises
and the tears, they fall
Rebels rejoice
at the sound of your call
at the sound of your voice
as it cries
breaking the survivor’s chain of lies.
You fall towards the ground
Where...
H A T E
(Poezie)
7-06-2006
by Ronja
A look into his stone cold eyes
- Read the hatred off his face
You can hear the faint, innocent cries
And the hardness in his elegant pace
And yet you know he cannot mean
All the things you have heard and seen
Behind the rebel wall
You...
Images
(Poezie)
11-10-2006
by Ronja
The screams drain away.
Somewhere brakes squeal.
A small, colourful kite failing to fly on, falls to the ground with a sudden flop.
A little, terrified girl looks up to the sky and catches the first raindrop of the year into a small...
Red
(Poezie)
24-11-2007
by Ronja
love is red
and blood is red
and the heart,
- it stands for love.
and, if you like
i'll cut my hand
and feel the red
warmly flow
just to show
that red now
stands for love.
i have no blood
left in my heart
and the red
escaped my...
Snowflake
(Poezie)
11-10-2006
by Ronja
I too would love to be one of those snowflakes
that glide to earth with such fascinating peace,
I don't want to arrive though,
melt away, eventually be forgotten
- nor do I want to be famous –
Just a part of the entire beauty.
The Broken Flower
(Poezie)
6-12-2006
by Ronja
Watch the flower tilt its head
Tears stream down your face
You kneel upon your broken bed
And don't want to leave a trace
With caution you undo the knife
That cuts your flesh and pierces life
Drops of blood, laugh and cry,
Laugh at your...
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