Poems from goblirschji
Beijing,
the capital of China,
Choked with black clouds of death
Crumbling and weakened.
People buzz like bees,
Moving from place to place...
Dark, cold light weakly illuminates,
Fire engine red lockers
Left with a dingy film.
The smell of fatigue
And broken dreams
Permeates the...
It softly thumps
and quietly whispers
it happily jumps
and loudly flitters
A soft blow across your cheek
and a warm hug upon your back...
First:
It was a toy,
a favorite of mine.
Fallen on the ground
sadly at rest.
Then:
it was my friendship;
Of only 10 years.
it all came...
When I was young,
I was afraid,
When I was afraid
I would cry,
And when I cried I would spill my insides out in ribbons of blood and words...