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Like Yesterday

Hey
What happened to us?

I just want to be
Happy with you
Again

Like yesterday
When you said
That your life
Depended on me
Like mine
Took shelter in
Your arms

Talk to me?

Like Magic

Thank You

Flawed

Walk on, you
deeply flawed
your soul is
in shreds
you skinned your
every bit
with your
self indulgence
in night time
and in
dread
your curiosity
never killed you
yet left you
deeply
marred
you tried
and failed
it broke you
from the inside
it had you
scarred
your hair falls
loosely
one strand
after another
your skin
sticks
to our bones tightly
like maggots
to a cadaver
your feet are
sinking
slowly
every step
as heavy
as the other
your eyes are
bulging fully
consciousness
waning
no one bothers
you clearly
are a dying
menace
your death
awaits in
lonesome stillness
your stench disrupts
like a hungry sword
but in your
blood runs
a tinge of gold
as another second
is a terrible waste
around eyes
yearning
to cause you pain
and words
working
to defile
your grave
take my hand
Let’s walk away.

Have you ever thought of running away to a place where carelessness is allowed apathy is not a sin and beauty resembles the imperfection of a human’s soul

© Jano Boscher Photography

Going Places

I don’t know
With people
I had a laugh or two with
Drinking
Until things become
Blurry
And words become
Nasty
Until whispers
Destroy
My ears
Until senses
Blow
Into a thousand pieces
Until my body loses
The sense of direction
Dancing among
The unholy
Sweating, screaming
Words of the devil
Until I feel
Fine about
Pretending
I exist for a minute
Breathing as normally
As possible
Numbing
Every skin
Ignoring
The throbbing
From within
All for
The sake
Of forgetting
You

The Astronaut

The Astronaut

Walking a Straight Line

quite as thin
as a thread
trying not to
fall on side
cliffs leading down
nowhere beneath clouds
of empty darkness
wind surged against
face almost tearing
skin off eyes
trying not to
see or open
up too wide
dusts could ruin
the only sense
reliable and present
knees wobbly out
of hunger of
uncertainty and of
desperation to come
across breathing
and free was
the dream

Time

Grabs me

By the

Neck and

Chokes me

Way beyond

Death and

All I

Can do

Is stare

At it

And wait

And beg

And ask

What

Do

You

Need

From

Me

©Jano Boscher

The Morning After

A night
Of noises
Deafening, lights
Blinding, blinking
Swirling, alien-like
Flashy, incredibly
Pulling towards
Its depth
Throaty voices
Daunting, heaving
Images, frightful
Senses Tamed
By cruel
Forces

The morning after
Sharp points
Of sunlight
Force their
Way through
Eyes shut
That never
Would open
And ever
Let you
In

The morning after
Was another
Excuse to
Die slowly
Your eyes
Reflecting great
Pain looking
Straight to
Mine asking
For some
Forgiveness, I
Lay there
Enjoying every
Moment Of
It

Taking risks

You know
how I
would often
speak about
uncertainty and
how it
sooner or
later would
kill me
it devours
me right now
sinking its teeth deeply
into my skin
the breath-holding
insecure anticipation
chokes me
to a slow yet
aggressive death
I have had
questions
hard enough
to dispel sincere
answers but
very much
deserve one
and the
ones which
right at
this time
you’re not
very willing
to deal with
I do not
like taking
risks as
chances mock
my ignorance
sad
disappointing
true
but you see
you are
the only
risk I
will ever
take
and you are
worth it

I have never really

thanked you
for letting me into
your life
without reservations
or asking anything in return
and you should know
that no one
ever dared to do
anything like it before
your kindness healed me
and made me turn to
a certain hopeful
direction
my life’s once
in an undeserving place
until you held me
with your arms
and picked me up
and convinced me
that life wants me too
you made me see
how selfish I had been
for constantly searching
errors in beauty
for trying so hard to find
sadness in every opportunity
for closing every door
happiness knocks on
and for believing
death was the only escape
while I could see
with my own eyes
how had life
been way more unforgiving for you
than it would ever be for me
since then I wondered,
how I could take you away
from all the pain life has to offer
and I thought of a perfect plan:
As you read this
there is something
you should know
there is nothing else
I would ever desire
to do than be with you
to hold you, protect you
to my last breath
until we part on this earth
and meet again
on the other side

Your love has set me free.

Dear You,

Remember the day
When I first had the idea
When I first thought of this plan
A pretty elaborate one
That from then and on
I’d pour every effort
To have a better look at this life
Well, I am still holding onto that word
It’s become a promise
I decided to make
For me, for you
You can call it a dream
An illusion if you want to be harsh
But it sure is something I still haven’t given up on
If I really was sleeping, now’s not the time to snap out of it just yet
I’ve been lonely
Very lonely, I’m sure you know that
But I get tired
This time I’ll try being OK
And have a good taste
Of this fondness people have for life
If you see me sad
I assure you it’s just an episode
If you see me angry
I ask you to understand
And hug me and tell me I can go on
And remind me that sometimes forgetting is a tool I can use at my disposal
It’s not the end,
I refuse to think that it is
And yes, that’s a flip of how I would say it before I started this dream
Weakness is a funny thing
During hours of its strength
Its existence seems to make so much sense
It had always been something I’d turn to
But no, not anymore
It’s hard though
And I thank you for helping me.

Yours,
You

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Between life and death

People have to choose

finding value in life

and some,

fear, or relief, in death

some make every effort

to breathe

to claim

an uncommitted promise

happiness can often be uncertain,

pain is always for sure

but contentment and suffering

are a choice one makes everyday

but often and gravely overlooks

sadness could be an enslavement

and addiction, longing

a path pursued by those

who ask for love

and those who are blind to what it really looks

choosing numbness beyond all

time keeps running

forgetful of people behind

as only it could defy uncertainty

if people could only develop

the patience to hope and wait and strive

life and death

are both to fear

by those who see life as death

and those who see death as an end.