fotomidori

Burying the child into the  moist earth, Know one can  hear the screams. The child is alive and breathing! Getting only nourishment from the earth. I’ll never know the warmth of your bosom. Nor will I taste the milk from your flesh Or to hear the soothing rhythm of your heart beat I’ll never know what living is. Because, mommy, You did not want me.

Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Theodoric. A Little boy was he, only the age of 3. One night he looked up at the moon And said to the moon a wish “Ansaldo on the Moon, Please hear my only wish. Please let me see you For this I hope you do.” The boy called out to the moon for many days and many nights Even when the boy turned the age of 4 Nothing was seen nothing more. Every night there was no answer “Ansaldo on the Moon, Please hear my only wish. Please let me see you For this I hope you do.” Then one night, when the wind was a fright Ansaldo herd the little boy cry out once more Feeling the

When I look in the mirror I see a beautiful thin person Everyone in secret says I have anorexia When I look in the mirror I see light brown hair Everyone in secret says I pull it out When I look in the mirror I see a person of nationality Everyone in secret says I am a mutt When I speak to my father in our mother tongue Everyone in secret cover their ears When I speak to you, you do not hear my talking Because in secret you’re the one that’s mocking When you glance at my body, you think the worst All you want is a privet discussion of a curse My talent is a canvas at which people scribble on My career is something I c

When I was little I lived by a river. The River was so long you could not see were it started and were it ended. To a child this is bigger then they can imagine. So curiosity wonders into what they should not do. When I was little my daddy used to read to me, of fairy tales, Grimm. Though this one story is not Grimm, it is  worse. A being more frightening and gruesome. That being was a large troll.  I thought trolls only kidnapped goats that go across a bridge, or steal food. But this troll, I was told by my daddy, ate little kids who wondered off from home. All night I tossed and turned. The image of a large ugly troll in my head. I looked

There once lived a man who wrote by candle light For hours he would watch the wick burn Twirling his quill along his paper His wine glass trembling, murmuring his masterpiece Scribbling his symphony while clutching his hair The Candle gently teasing him with a dancing flame Nothing should sound the same Nothing of witch what before came All his music already floating in his head Having no thought on going to bed Twirling his quill along his paper His wine glass trembling, murmuring his masterpiece His mind already grasping the words The Corus singing like a flock of birds This is a perfect masterpiece How can anyone be mistak

He lifts her up in his arms And carries her to the sea The day stands still Just for the last moment The man looks down at his wife And tells her to not worry She will be in pain no more Kiss me one more time So that I may take one more breath Before I go into the sea And  never see you again Walking her into the ocean The man is crying Taking his wife And giving her one lat breath of life Staring at her face The sea  taking it’s time Feeling the pain in his heart No words left to tell her Kiss me one more time So that I may take one more breath Before I go into the sea And  never see you again Ich liebe dich me

Pin wheel pin wheel Spinning around Stealing the air Without a sound

Watching his fingers hit against the keys His eyes dream of the symphony he could see. Only feeling the rhythm  of his heart beat The soul of were his music starts "Thump, thump" the sound of his heart "Tap, tap" the sound of the piano Crying out the plea for a song He wants the feel the floor sing Banging his head on the floor He cannot make a sound Bleeding from his ear Only feeling coldness from a tear Screaming the words  that are misunderstood His ears unable to hear The pleas he makes at the floor Of his symphony in his head Screaming at the floor He demands to be understood Waiting for an answer, the floor on

The buds that Jesus planted are the biggest   trees in the world

I’m sorry I am not Strong I’m sorry I am not Pure I’m sorry I am not a Saint Just like you I’m sorry I am not a virgin bride I’m sorry I dream of having children I’m sorry I dreamed to love Someone other the God I’m sorry I’m not a Hypocrite I’m sorry I cannot lie But I know God will love me as much Because I believe enough in him