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Best Poems Written by Felix Rott

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Thistles

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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Something is coming

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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Forget

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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My Final Duet

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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Mayfly

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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Another Poem

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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Distance

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