I’m just starting here to get my writings from the last few years together. Let’s see what I will find.
6:15 AM – ON TIME
by Marco Boerner
6:15AM I’m looking up to catch one last glimpse of her, the train starts moving, and the only world I have ever known slowly fades away in the blue illuminated fog of this early day. I feel anger and fear, I could scream, all I wanted to feel was love, only for a little while. My hands are covered in blood, my eyes full of tears, for the first time in years.
7:23PM “She’s so sweet, she’s so lovely! When I just think of her, all I want is holding her in my arms and I could do this for the rest of my life!”
“But you’re leaving anyways, you know that!”
“Yes I do, but I’m talking about a feeling, what I am feeling.”
“A feeling? You just said it can last forever?”
“For the rest of my life, is what I said, but you’re right, forever sounds better! Even if I can just feel that way for a week, a couple of days, a few hours or only just once, that’s all I can dream off!!”
“I honestly don’t think you two will work out. When are you going to tell her?”
“Tonight! I will see her in less then an hour.”
“And you think it’s the right thing to do? I mean tell her all that?”
“Yes it is! I know it!”
“You know it? How do you even know she likes you?”
“If you could see what I see! We got along so well in the last days. You should see how she looks at me sometimes.”
“This might be, but I know a woman’s look can be very intriguing, and misleading the same time. You wouldn’t be the first to mistake a woman’s look.”
“My friend, don’t be so negative! If I come home alone tonight, then only because I fell for it, but surely not because I was mistaking. How do I look?”
“Handsome indeed, but not the smartest these days. Good luck and be careful!”
“I always am, you know me!”
“I know you. And you always get hurt, or even worse, hurt yourself.” She whispers to herself while he is leaving, giving her a kiss for good bye. In the distance sounds a train horn.
5:59AM “I fucking hate you!” I scream. My fist punches a large, red coated, metal pole, my knees hit the ground, my body wants to follow. Everything is gone, nothing from before is left. Only a day earlier it was still all there! My life, my future, my dreams, my love, still ahead of me. I was still myself.
“Can you please leave?”
[6:15AM – ON TIME, a short story. - November 19th, 2010 by Marco Boerner]
THE JOKER
by Marco Boerner
Photograph by Winnie W.
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The joker knows
how many faces he shows
It’s the jokers art of lying
the little things that make my mind crying
my soul seems dying
I sit here alone
8
Captured once
forgotten forever
No soul to give
no soul to get
8
I need to stand up
against the valueless being
I’ll show him the mirror
I’ll show him his face
The mirror is empty
his self even less
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The Last Stroke of my Wings
by Marco Boerner
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It’s the last stroke of my wings.
It’s the last throb of my heart.
8
As angel I was born,
pushed out,
fallen down into fire
8
Fighting for love and life,
hoping and dreaming for salvation,
begging for forgiveness for what I’ve become
8
A million times I tried to come up
A million times I reached for what was me refused
I tried to fly with what was left
I tried to catch the last breeze up
8
But today is the day, today is the last
I’m giving up fighting – I’m giving up hope
8
I’ve never understand your sentence,
I will never understand your law.
You punished me without any reason,
the only I can tell sounds foolish – it’s just because
I loved!
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[The last stroke of my wings - July 17th, 2008 by Marco Boerner]
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