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- Herausgeber: novum publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Despair and hope, longing for death and rays of hope - Pelle Anders deals with strokes of fate, the separation from his wife, silence and the lack of attention from those around him in 70 emotional poems. In the verses, he deals with the meaning of life and the question of whether, for example, death, cigarettes or similar can be a solution. Writing helps Anders to get through the depressive phases, which he prefers to call "sensory integration disorder": "... Sleepless in bed: / What remains for me in such a night? / The crap is put down on paper / So that the brain switches off, / and sleep manages the nonsense!" In his "very own psychotherapeutic session", the author takes his readers on a rollercoaster of emotions.
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Seitenzahl: 25
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Low blow 0
Too much brooding, by day and by night.
Enduring circumstances, missing others.
Too often, in the end for nothing.
Finally, certainty: it is what it is.
Exhausted, confused, speechless.
Disbelieving, shattered, you feel empty.
Anger, despair ... I don't know ... much more.
The aim is to free the head, the soul.
That's why I have to do it.
And hope it helps to write about it.
I want to rest within myself again.
Low blow I
If something spoils your enjoyment of life, it's better that you die ...
Low blow II
Heyda, you're my reflection.
Nice that we are together.
Friendship is what counts.
In this absurd world.
A bit lonely, this life.
There must be another one of us.
Low blow III
You are always there for me.
No excuses, no other appointments.
You are there without me having to ask for you.
Reliable and loyal.
You can be trusted with everything.
No superfluous, hypocritical questions, no clever advice.
You are there for me.
When falling asleep and when waking up.
I see you.
You are my best friend.
You corner. On the ceiling.
Low blow IV
There he is again. Its power weighs you down. The mountain of problems.
He was almost forgotten. But that is more than presumptuous.
It piles up in front of you. The latest worries on top.
Laughs in your face: "You can't do that."
The mountain problems.
Unconquerable. Fortunately, smoking and drinking remain.
Let the rush be powerful. Then the mountain will only seem small to you.
Low blow V
Made an effort, got off my ass.
Number dialed. Tell us what's going on.
Hardly pronounced, I'm in a daze.
What have I done wrong, got lots of tips.
I didn't even ask, to be honest.
Man, man, man. I'm not calling anymore.
Another time, of course, another attempt.
Disappointed again. Bad luck or a curse?
It seems to be the story of my life
I obviously tell you in vain.
Low blow VI
I'm just remembering, thinking of so many things. Too bad, that I don't forget.
If you exist, my God. You're in for it.
Low blow VII
To give a speech, I first have to unfold paper.
Dear people, lend me an ear. I have a "bye" to say.
And I admit, I wanted a lot of rest.
For this, and in my case, a nice greeting to all.
Tomorrow very early - I'm taking the train home.
You keep listening, join in and get as fit as possible.
My time is up and ripe, you keep your ears to the ground.
That should be it. I put the note back in my pocket.
Greetings and a kiss, because I have to go home.
Low blow VIII
When I think of dreaming, what happiness.
Once a perfect world and reluctantly back.
Worries, hardships, the bad ones - day after day.
Hard to change, to create, to defeat.
