poetry

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A wounded dear leaps the highest

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Morning, noon & bloody night,Seven sodding days a week,I slave at filthy WORK, that mightBe done by any book-drunk freak.This goes on until I kick the bucket.FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth so dark; so long my sleep,I have become another child.I wake to see the world go wild.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We would rather be ruined than changedWe would rather die in our dreadThan climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

$Some days I wake upand all I feelare the fracturesin the flesh that coversthe only meI've ever known.Some days,it's those exact fissuresthat let the lighthiding inside mepour outand coverin goldeveryonethat found enough beautyin the cracksto standclose.$

Some days I wake upand all I feelare the fracturesin the flesh that coversthe only meI've ever known.Some days,it's those exact fissuresthat let the lighthiding inside mepour outand coverin goldeveryonethat found enough beautyin the cracksto standclose.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>