On Another Night I Have To Spend Without You
on another night I have to spend without you
the brightest one of them all, with hope in the air
even with my friends around, I promise you
to use the knowledge given to me by past lovers
and once the sky lights up with fireworks again
I shall call you and tell you all my love, as
the first thing in the new year should mean
the whole world, and nothing does, like you do
• Mel, my light - zero (me)
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you improvise a home by street lights
act like the dark is welcoming enough
leave at the same hour day by day
noone really knows what you're doing
you don't really know what you're searching for
your sister calls it running away
you try to say it's anything but
who are you trying to convince
your sister calls it running away
your mother says it is alright for
you get back when it's getting late
your sister calls it running away
you don't think it's a run if noone's chasing
zero (me)
godless children in your churches!
and an atheist f*ggot is teaching them about life!
they are both so dirty and unworthy!
the priest asks for kids who wanna say a prayer
say it loud and proud for the whole church
in front of a microphone for all to see
a dozen little hands shoot up immediately in your eye sight
all of those tiny tired eyes sparkle with hope and faith
for they are still to learn that not even god loves them
the priest does not choose any of the precious children with tired eyes
he chooses a few ones that are dressed appropriately
for church and for the weather
for their age and current fashion trends
a boy who almost never talks drops his head and murmurs
"he's never chosen me yet"
oh is this boy to learn that it takes more than luck to be chosen!
an atheist is asked where god sleeps at night
the answer is far away, just in case
we were to riot at night and he'd have to take blame
an atheist is asked how do we get to heaven?
the answer is, how would I know
god has stated he hates people who love like me
my mother would tell you we get there beautiful and perfect
and I don't believe in your fairytale god
but I believe there's no more ways a child full of hope can be beautiful
but if there's a heaven
if there's a god listening
let death be kinder to these children.
let there be heaven, even if just for them.
let there be warm clothes and shoes without holes
let there be a death, kinder than men
let death be kinder than priests, who can only complain
how unraised they are,
as if we didn't know before
let death take their hands gently and not leave any scabs
let heaven be a place for a better start
• "kids tend to ask hard questions" - zero (me)
done with my reputation as a poet
medicated just another synonym for forgotten
• no idea - zero (me¿)

there seems to be a universal understanding
of the fact that no good life was a good story
good lifes make good examples and I make
poetry and bonfire stories that can't go unheard
and I am glad for all the harm that was done
to me and only to me, for maybe it was better
to make my life worse and my poems relatable
noone reads poetry when they're alright, and
more so noone ever writes poetry when happy
maybe the stars aligned in this way for every poet
maybe god made us with a bigger purpose, than
any mortal happiness, made us for eternal things
written in ink and lived through in our own blood
- zero (me)
[ I finished writing my poetry book and I just know I will hate all of them in a year or two. I am never proud of my poetry. my mind is a burn book ]
I'm sitting at a bus stop almost alone and I haven't been this calm in months
The same bus passed three times already but it's not what I'm looking for
And this should be it, this should be reason enough to write
but it's not
For I've been tired to my core and all I've wanted
Is to be held by the one adult person I let myself be known
For I need something bigger than my name. For I need someone who knows better than I do
But it's all futile and I can't bring myself to ask her for kindness
But it's all without point and I can't write anymore
"Nomen Omen, just like Moliére" - Zero (me)