A Monster


But You Said


You do not need me

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Where do you go

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He was so used to loving and losing
and other things that caused injury
so on his chest he bore a gaping hole
right where a beating heart should be



Thank You

Thank You


Walk on, you
deeply flawed
your soul is
in shreds
you skinned your
every bit
with your
self indulgence
in night time
and in
your curiosity
never killed you
yet left you
you tried
and failed
it broke you
from the inside
it had you
your hair falls
one strand
after another
your skin
to our bones tightly
like maggots
to a cadaver
your feet are
every step
as heavy
as the other
your eyes are
bulging fully
no one bothers
you clearly
are a dying
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
to cause you pain
and words
to defile
your grave
take my hand
Let’s walk away.


The Good Wife

The Good Wife



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

When did it all start? Let me recount the times.

Maybe it’s when you said “hi”
And I felt extremely shy
Perhaps it’s when you first smiled
And I swear, I could’ve died
Was it when I first heard you laugh?
Or burp like a cow (I loudly gasped)
Or that one night that I’ll live up
You slept gently on my lap
Could it be our first date?
I never knew then, could it be fate?
Perhaps it’s when together we first ate
And talked how a farm and a house could be built by faith
Maybe it’s when you let me
Squeeze your hands real tightly
I thought dreaming was for the silly
Until you came, saying, “Kiss me”
It’s when your voice started
Becoming music to my ears
It might be when you whispered:
“No more sadness, no more tears”
Perhaps it’s when I realized
Life’s shone brighter before my eyes
It was more than I fantasized
From then on, nothing’s disguised
Maybe it was the first fight
When at a corner I shuddered in fright
Nearly losing you was very much like
My body being robbed of life
You told me once beside you as I lied
That no loss was ever absolutely bad
That tears dry and fears die
Together joy was all we’d have
Ever since I started finding
Myself smiling, never brooding
To love deeply was what you taught me
Your love has kindly set me free
Now, when did it all start?
I do not even know
Save for one thing, I’m certain
With you, I’ll never be alone

Going Places

I don’t know
With people
I had a laugh or two with
Until things become
And words become
Until whispers
My ears
Until senses
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
I exist for a minute
Breathing as normally
As possible
Every skin
The throbbing
From within
All for
The sake
Of forgetting

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


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







©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

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

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

Mindless words

go out of mouth
dancing to the air
running off, wandered
the devil’s lair
and daunting
unwilling to listen
or care
sounds heard
from a grave
demons wouldn’t bear
calling from lurid
and weeping
hardly scared
and trust are a hell
of a waste
to even fucking

Dragged me across a lot

and pinned me down
the ground
my hands
soft and sweaty
stretched across, bound
Your foot at back of my head
I couldn’t hear a sound
pushed your feet
even harder
my vision, forming clouds
hauled me up
from the insult
with hands hard and cold
numbing, trembling,
like a raging running horse
stared at me as if I’m an
spit on my face with distinct force
your eyes to mine, piercing
it was the most
hurtful thing
of all


You will never cure the sore.

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
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
but you see
you are
the only
risk I
will ever
and you are
worth it

Wouldn’t it be nice

if the world ended today

we’d be stuck in a place

a room, for example

we hold hands

pray to some god

then earth would suddenly open

and all of us would just fall in its endless darkness

along with it’s soil and everything man built on top of it

wouldn’t it be nice

if it rained purely of lightning

no waters, not even wind

just good old dancing lights

and electrification

waking up every man’s senses

before fully exterminating them

or hey, wouldn’t it be nice too

if fire and ice struck everywhere

hitting every bodies small and big

crushing and burning all sorts of bones

until not even crumbles, but dusts

dance with the air

wouldn’t it be nice if this world died today

along with its hideousness brought upon

by people it nurtured

but did everything to make turn it into such

hostile place

then those who struggled would be some place else

far more more promising

and intact

just thought it’d be nice


It was painful

locking the door

I learned to open

for a long time

once again

I was back to choosing

being exiled from the rest of world

too many voices

stand on the other side

the wall, as thick as a thousand bricks

was made very thin by


I woke up today, sick

and sad,

miserable, even

from yesterday’s clouds

it’s interesting how a short time of

disparity could turn love not even to hatred

but sad indifference

which was far more killing

than all loathing combined in this world

how could yesterday faithfully believed

today would come with another sunshine

No, doesn’t work that way, I figured now

I looked at the clock

it ticked 2:30 AM

my instinct ordered to me to glance

at my side right away

you weren’t there

not anymore

you left me clearly, sleeping

didn’t bother to wake me up

not even a good bye?

I thought it was OK

I said it was OK

A part of me convinced me it was

tried so fucking hard to

but did a very bad job

yesterday wasn’t the best

it was one of those we struggled to get through

but it never struck me really

that it could come to something like this

and as waters built up and

stood by edges of my eyes

I read your message

I needed time to think

I cant be with you

not today

and that’s when the walls gave up


hot, steamy

started flowing

down my face

the embarrassment

of having to cry was really painful

but I couldn’t help it

everything poured down

as if years worth of smiling, laughing

pure happiness

I had with you

all had gushed out and flooded down

all sense left within the four walls of this room

drained me dry, again I was back to

the same scary place I was before you picked me up

I never wanted to be back to the old

miserable, pathetic, angry, unwelcoming


I was scared

so fucking scared

it’s nauseatingly quiet

and the only noise I hear are my own sobs

hearing them made me cry even more

as if a thousand needles stuck me everywhere

I was angry


pitiful all over again

I miss you

very much

and the most hurtful part was

I couldn’t make you





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.


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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.