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Felix Rott Poem
As they pull you in for an embrace,
You feel them drag the blade across your skin,
Forming yet another canyon
Deep in your flesh.
You feel the thisles begin to grow,
Thistles you realise will come to hurt others
Who pull you in for yet another embrace.
Yet you continue to embrace another,
You continue to search for that warmth,
The warmth you know will just form
More and more canyons,
More and more thistles,
That will one day hurt another
You have come to see the thistles as ugly,
You have come to hate the thistles
Because the thistles hurt others.
As I pull you in for that same embrace,
Thistles rend my flesh,
Tear up my skin,
And form such a wonderful red.
A red that will come to grow flowers.
Flowers that only we share.
Thistles.
The thistles that grow from your skin
Were not planted by you.
The thistles grown from your skin
Are something of complete beauty.
The thistles that grow from your skin
Do not cause me pain.
The thistles that grown from your skin
Will only bring us closer together.
Thistles that grow from pain
Flourish the most beautifully.
You, my dear,
Have flourished
You, my beloved,
Are pure beauty.
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Felix Rott Poem
Something is coming.
Something terrible.
I feel bugs burrowing under my skin,
Making homes underneath my flesh
And inside of my organs.
They attempt to escape from
The acid that fills my stomach,
So they retreat up my throat,
Causing me to vomit up a pile of corpses.
I do not know where
These insects come from,
Nor do I know why they are here,
But I cannot help but feel
That they are warning me
Of what is to come.
I feel trapped.
Similar to the occupants of my lungs
That make it so incredibly hard to breathe.
Suffocate me.
Bite holes into my sides
And force me to collapse.
Something is coming
And I cannot decide
Whether I want it or not.
Something is coming
And I cannot help but feel
The excitement
Of what pain is brought to me.
Will it be a pain of which
I have not experienced?
Oh the joys of the unknown.
Oh the terrors of the abyss.
Bring forth change
In this wearisome life.
Rise me up to the heavens,
Or plunge me down to hell.
Bring me anywhere other than this limbo.
Something bad is coming.
Change is coming.
An assortment of
Excitement,
Indifference,
And disarray
I am shattered,
Yet I am whole.
I am completely false; a delusion.
I am a being of pure contradiction.
I alone nullify my own existence.
Something is coming.
I hope it arrives soon,
Yet I also hope
It does not arrive at all.
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Felix Rott Poem
Forget
Forget
Oh to forget
A gift and a curse all at once
Forget
Forget
Forgetting fills me with fear
Forgetting fills me with excitement
Oh to be forgotten
To be finally left alone
Oh the joys
Oh the misery
Forget me
Do not forget me
I cannot make the choice
When you change
Will I change with you?
When you go
Will I come too?
Will you forget me?
Please don’t
Please do
When you forget
Will I forget too?
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Another poem
About being alone.
Unoriginal,
Repetitive,
Old.
A poem scattered
Within many more.
Yet the poem is still alone.
A sheet of music
Flying in the wind.
A cliché,
A stereotypical opening
To yet another sad movie.
They are all done,
We are all alone,
Crowded together.
If only I could tap you on the shoulder,
Ask your name,
Get to know what you like.
Maybe then we’d both be less alone.
But I will never do that.
A person
Laying on the beach.
A one sided beauty,
An unknown story,
Unchanged,
Yet evolving.
The climax to a story,
That nobody will see.
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Felix Rott Poem
Mayfly
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A mayfly landed on my arm today,
It investigated the old scars that cover me
And asked “for what reason?”.
I was unsure how to reply,
So I just stared longingly at the bug.
“The heavens have abandoned me,
I am alone in this world
And I have no more reason to be here”
I reply.
“If the heavens have abandoned you
Then why do you care?
They are no longer there,
They no longer exist,
But you do” Says the mayfly.
“I am a cast away creation,
A life span of only a day,
Yet I am happy with this fact.
I experience it all faster that you,
I grow old faster, I die faster,
And I do not fear it.
I have travelled my small world
And I have discovered no heaven and no hell,
There is only us.
Live, you have longer, so be happy for longer.
Notice every detail in the tree’s,
The rising sun,
The shining moon.
Watch people fall in love,
And feel the pain of the absence of it
Directed at you,
But feel happy that it is still there
And that there is hope.
Never drink the fountain of youth,
Grow old, watch those you love die,
And appreciate everything.
The heavens have abandoned you,
So turn your back on them
And form a pantheon of your own volition.
Live, and do not turn back child.
Live.”
Upon speaking these last few words,
The mayfly drops dead on my arm,
A waste of a life, given to me.
Oh but I shall live,
A task I may wish to throw away,
But a task I shall learn to love.
“Cast away the heavens dear child.”
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Felix Rott Poem
The chirps of birds on a cold winter morning
Rain falling upon your umbrella
As you blow into your hands to warm them
The trees blowing in the wind
Trying their best not to succumb
To the force pressing against them
This is what I live for
The only times I truly feel alive
Is when there is seemingly nothing happening
A bike ride in the summer
Gazing at the fields of straw
My black and white clothing
Flying in the wind
And for once, a smile will emerge on my face
Sitting and waiting for a train
My hands numb from the winters air
But there is nobody here
I find a peace
In an environment usually so busy
I smile
These days are becoming less and less
Or so my mind is telling me
The station is getting busier
Summers becoming shorter
Birds quieter
Peace is decaying
But I will continue to form my towers
Of which either myself
Or another will destroy
My rage will grow
Content will fade
And one day my hands will no longer
Hold the force needed to pick up my hammer
And for the last time
I shall find peace in the birds
The fields of straw
And silence will fall on the tracks
Once more
My final act
The last duet
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Everything I could ever want
In sight
Beauty more potent than gods
A voice that sings to me
A story of which
I want to be a part of
Everything I could ever want
Compressed into a single being
Immeasurable distance
Clouding how I feel
How could I see everything I want
And still not crave it
Not strive for it
Why do I not fight?
When I have it all in sight
Everything I could ever want
Just out of reach
Distant
Everything seems distant
It is not something I can have
Not something I deserve
Im walking
Crawling
Swimming
Trying to get closer
Yet my eyes are closed
And I cannot open them
Closer and closer
To something I do not know
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