Make your life a poem.
You want things you cannot have
you want things which they have.
But when you get it
what are you going to do?
You always want something.
You want to own everything.
But when you get it
you become conceited,
you stop seeing.
But when you get it
you forget that you have it,
and you don’t know anymore
what you wanted it for.
You want everything to have nothing.
© W. Donovan
Every day now
it’s twice as long
When I’m still thinking of you
And not intentionally
I go to the place
where we were together
and we talked all night
© W. Donovan
You came and
wanted me to say
that I love you.
It didn’t matter
whether it’s true
whether it’s not.
‘I love you’
I said.
I don’t know, if you believed.
You only smiled.
And you left
knowing you have a reason to live for
knowing there’s somebody who needs you
knowing you are important for me.
At least, somebody loves you
and you’ll never be alone.
© W. Donovan
This morning I put on pearls
later I ran to the forest
and I lost them somewhere
dancing between the trees.
I looked around, feeling lost
when the damp smell hit my nostrils
and the cones prickeld my feet
and I felt scratches on my shoulders.
I lost everything again,
but I realized that
I cannot pretend to be
someone I am not.
Abandoned, different, trivial
I can only look and touch
Read carelessly written pages
Imagine playing the piano
© W. Donovan
Although I still talk, not much
I could only run with ghosts
I’m invisible, I’m nothing
Shall I cry with all my might?
© W. Donovan
Trapped in my mind.
I stayed.
Sitting right in front of you.
Trapped.
Though you speak to me,
I cannot hear.
Though I look at you,
I cannot see.
Trapped in my mind.
I’m going back to my memories,
when I felt happy.
Then I knew she was
safe, she was with me.
And you grab my arms,
but I do not feel it.
I don’t feel anything from the dreams,
which I still live in and
I would like them back.
When I felt happy.
And you shout to me,
but all I can hear
is her laugh.
And I know.
Now I know for sure that,
that I lost everything.
© W. Donovan
I left the wrong house
I turned to the wrong street
I took the wrong path
I went to the wrong library
And on a page of the wrong book
I wrote the right words.
They wanted to change my life
I ignored it
Now I don’t know where to go.
© W. Donovan
I’ve had enough
that I feel pain
that I feel it all the time.
I’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough
I cannot reach
I cannot have it.
I’ve had enough.
Walking with my eyes closed
Talking to my head
Writing dots on a piece of paper
Existing without a soul
I’ve had enough.
Because my love for you hasn’t passed away
And the waves are at my fingertips
Only from behind bars it’s hard to touch them
I’ve had enough.
© W. Donovan
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