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Felix Jul 2020
What’s a dream?
If it’s never fulfilled
What’s a heart
If it’s not
beating in rhythm with someone else?

What’s a flower?
If it’s bought as a fake
What’s a life to a father
Who didn’t
see his son finish fourth grade?

What’s a fire?
If it’s started by me
Is it real enough to feel?
Is it real enough to feel?

What’s a ring?
If it’s worn by someone else
What’s a promise if it’s made by two
people who know they can’t honour it?

What’s a car?
If it never starts again
What’s my blood
If it only appears
when I choose to hurt myself?

What’s a ****-up?
If you pretended and put on a show
Just so they could see through you
Just to let them know you were human
Too

What’s a name?
If it’s always misspelled
And the letters don’t fit the head
And the person just writes it himself

What’s one suicide?
Compared to all others
Do they all end up as numbers?
Why did they all have to suffer?

What’s a thing?
That you wish you had
Would it truly make you better?
Would it help you feed the streets?
Would it help you save a kid?
Would it truly make a difference
For others?
Felix Jul 2018
When the sun sets a few hours later
When your garden blossoms in sun
That's when you know
The season of loss has finally come

Prolonged by the body's resistance
Sunglasses slide and prove tears
You lost someone during winterfall
Now spring-cleaning throws you out
To newborn raincrumbs

In theory,
spring is but a transition between snow and beach
A deprecated definition without any shade
For us romantics, it was never so vague
But a cool-aired love story
That ended in May

I can't tell you I loved you, or that it was important in my life
I was broken and sentenced to leave before April was done
But two years later, I find myself in a state of certainty
Spring is here
And it's wiped me dry
Thank you for reading.
Felix Jul 2018
She handed me a red dice.

If you're gonna run
She said,
You better run from
yourself.

You'll chase bliss,
Win your life,
Strangle fear
And conquer
heights.

But don't roll the dice
For just anything
quite.

When you're out of profit
An empty wallet
Ready to make a promise,
You'll find it
in your deepest pocket.

It will let you start anew
Like a star in a barren sky
You'll fly again
Perhaps even soon.

Just remember that
By the millions of odds
You got here in time
To be yourself.

No more
No less.

And so you
Do what you must
But you better do it right
There aren't too many dice throws,
Given here in life.

And so
I rolled.
A-Z
Felix Jul 2020
A-Z
Anguish
To torment the soul

Belief
To be unbroken

Calmness
To wish you had

Death
Relief for the dead, grief for the living

Expensive
(Not) desirable

Father
Understanding, notwithstanding  

Guess
To try poorly and fail willingly

Hope
To give others, never yourself

Idiot
To feel ordinary

Joke
To share a friend

Keep
Borrow*

Love
To learn a language for someone

Mother
To repair mistakes

Neglect
To look back at a naked childhood

Opinion
To forget what you used to think

Poetry
To read but never to be spoken

Quarantine
To run the streets

Regret
To forgive but not forget

Stop
To through everything

Truth
To rarely speak, to never hear

Used
To be cast aside for another body

Video
To look but not see again

Whatever
To toast to life and it’s toils

Xo
To send kisses that have no meaning

You
The one that got away

Zero
To begin and end life in the same way
Å-Ä-Ö
Felix Jul 2018
How can I be better
When I wasn't even good,
To begin with?

How can I not lie,
When it makes me real
When it gives me direction

I know there is a truth in fear
It plays the fiddle for guilt
When faced with it
Your body bets on red
You ignoring it
Doesn't make it go away

It's all turned to **** anyway
Maybe I'll die not even trying
To **** myself

I'll be ash and you'll be grey
What's the difference
Is all you'll say
Felix Apr 2021
Fingergunning a flock of sparrows
Poisoned by the suns carrot seeds
The sparrows don't give my antics the time of day
Untethered by the sky, which is their home and not mine

The sun still amazes
Newborns and other innocents
Whom have not tired of looking at its rays
Magnetized by the kerosene
Eyes awakened by a force majeure

I was worth more to you
When I was less perfect
When I was still unpolished
Grit between my teeth and telling slapjack stories
The sun still a drawing force of unprecedented power  

I know now that there are more powerful things than a sun
The increasing feeling of losing you
The sadness which chokes my heart
The dread of dying ordinary, just like the rest

Your face, reminding me less and less
Of stars we gazed at
Of pictures we were both in
The laugh which shared a cigarette
A sun to ignite its glow in complete agreement
Felix Jul 2018
I am overcome with a sense of dread
An honest feeling I have never felt
It lingers and it strays
But it always comes to me
In a moment of clarity
I grabbed it
To set it free

If I weren’t so caught in the act
Of thinking what I should do next
I might have lived differently
I might have sounded out a spontaneous
Yes

To the question of taking leaps
Swimming in the seas
Where no feelings had to be hurt
To be seen

I could’ve been an addict
Or a Michelin chef
I could have fallen for sporadics
Been a sycophant for antics

But remembering fake days
Is what I live for now
Not as sad as it seems
I just wish I had followed
A better dream
Felix Jul 2018
Needles?
They don't cut
They only leave a sting

For about a moment there
I was content meeting
The chills

And so,
What dies will soon
Become what is known
As the pain that separates
The heart from the soul

It's a pain that doesn't
Understand why it's there
Never have I loved so much
And never did you care.
the soul is forever. and ever.
Felix Jul 2020
Dawn to dusk
I long for you
I split the atoms
I reap the sows

Candidly I vow
To let bygones be blanket stars
And caterpillars be free from ground
Have mercy but show none

I zip the blues
Mark the notes
Discontent
Felt deeply in my bones

To be free is one thing to behold
To cauterize wounds of ancient toils
Look on lovers as a child looks for toys
Never content
Always on the prowl

But I digress
From dawn to dusk
Or twilight to starlight
From eyes as watered as a full blown moon

I digress from past mischiefs
Mistakes and abhorrent veils
That mask my face
Clouded
Older
Preserved for two

Soon we’ll be better
Braver than the beaches of ‘44
Glee and gloom will be ours to own
From dawn to dusk
In body and soul
Felix Sep 2018
I'm playing on the floor
I see myself
I see the toys

I have no regrets and no flaws
I am an innocent
An endless augur

The destroyer of worlds
I call myself
As I make the toys suffer
Suffer like a child suffers

For only a teenager knows
That what came before
Was without inhibitions
A playground of choice

As only the adult recalls
Perhaps with fondness
Without sounding any alarms

The days of purity and acting
The years of guises and comics
The halloweens and
empty promises

May they never come back
Nay,
For in the back of my mind
I am still that same child
The destroyer of worlds
The same wandering soul
A toy that was never
Left unturned
a life is born
a lie is heard
Felix Jul 2018
Don't go in there
Said he
Not yet

And so the man waited
By the door
Where the voice was

Why did you not believe in me?
Asked the voice, as a formality
And the man looked at his own *****, sinful hands

How could I believe?
Said the man
And the voice looked up from the newspaper

You took Max away
You took both of them away
And you took me away,
Now
Would you believe?
If I took your son?

But you already did
Said he, as a reminder
And the angels chuckled in a choir

And now
Spoke the man
You ask me to believe, when I still cannot see you?

And the voice wanted to show itself
But there was no faith
There remained only a tired and restless soul
That didn’t want answers
It never required answers
It only wanted
Max
Felix Jul 2019
My thoughts are my cries to the world
The world of silence and solemnity
Nobody hears them
Nobody reads them
I am the only one that has to live them.

My mind is the fish tank of my thoughts
It houses them, judges them
Makes them worse than I am.

My body is the carrier of my disposition
It renders the thoughts, forgets the mind
Speaks through the heart.

What a curse this lonely existence must be.
For loved and unloved people the same.
I try.
Felix 7d
On paper
All her characters are men

In person
Her friends drink till two
She knows
They must love her like this
Like a burnt bulb
A firefly and cocktail straw
Her laugh is complimented
Her hair is orange burnt dark and thick

She talks men and breathes the femme
Out with it, shout it from the rooftops
Be free and go with them
The men and the drink and the love
A lonely tear stays behind
For the femme
She has been broken before and will again
The femme is naturale and yet what dies
Is a card not dealt
Felix Jul 2018
I'm in Japan
With a
Cherry blossomed
Heart
And a sake
Breath

I see her every day
We talk
Sometimes
Most times

After

I find myself
Daydreaming
In high-corporate
Smoking rooms
And on
Tangerine rooftops
Looking at signs that
I can't read

Maybe

I can't read her signs
Speaking
Smiling
And waving too
I'm caught up in a ******
Lost in translation-cliche
But I'm not really
Bill Murray

I'm just whatever
The day paints me as
In love
With a girl
That takes too much
Color from
My palette
And paints herself
As foreign as this sun

As beautiful as she
Knows
She
Is
Going away for a while.
Felix Jul 2018
I'm not a mathematician
But I know how to divide
And subtract
I saw you subtract your heart
From this chamber
Leaving apathy
To count in its absence

Not to say I wasn't to blame
But the numbers don't add up
And the scars don't match the wounds
Now I'm left being
A fraction of the sum
The value that came
Undone.

A common denominator
- Excuse the bad pun -
Wasn't fear of loneliness
Supposing we only made love
To warm ourselves
Is a distortion of the truth
In spite of what we said
If those words had no substance
Then I might as well have
Fallen into a different
Destruction

I'm not sorry
And I would want you to know
That not everything is squared
By you feeling brand-new
- Thinking I was old news -

I don't need to tell you
A fraction of the sum
Still has a beating heart
It's just not the same
As it once was.
pretensions will lure you into a false sense of peace.
if you let them.
Felix Jul 2018
I said to him
And he gave me one of those
looks.

Like he didn't know
What the **** I was talking about
As if I was the crazy one

It tears the soul
And it should.
To not feel happiness for years
To not remember the last time
you gave into a feeling of content.
"I'm good enough"
Were the words that couldn't
mend.

There is no point in lying
To the soul.
There is no point in trying
To forgive.
You're not crying for anyone
standing outside your door.
No one calling you when
you're walking home
alone.

As if I even for a moment
Could float on innocence
Could rest in optimism
Look myself in the mirror
And toast my own well-being.

No.

I'm sorry I didn't choose the other road
I guess I just couldn't see it from where I was standing.
I guess I'll probably find it again.
I guess life turns at some point.
But alas, I'm only guessing.
Felix Jul 2018
Blink twice for yes
Once for no
Tell me
Did you ever stop
and think
You wanted more?

From this life you call
The big
Aluminum door
Not letting anyone through
Doesn't make it easier
To walk the floor

It's not like your parents
Are dead
Yet you haven't called them
Mom
And Dad
Since you were 10

You were always busy
But only in your head
The rest of the world
Missed you
They called and left you
Blind voicemails

This is Kathy and this is John
We were worried about you
Dear
Disappear
Don't call
Don't invite yourself

It's not the choice I made
It wasn't an offer
It's not agreeable
It's pathetic and
Inescapable

I don't paint vanilla skies
And cherry blossoms
I don't ask about the weather
Or even your grandson
I don't even ask about myself
Maybe I should

Maybe I should.
It's strange to not feel happiness for years. It's simply, strange.
Felix Jul 2019
I feel the same.
Felix Jul 2020
Are your eyes the same as mine?
Is your skin as soft as I feel?
Is your heart
where I guess it to be?

Are your feet turned to me?
Has Cupid pierced us to be?
Is it love
even if it has been stained?

Will you be mine for keeps?
Will you be here to stay?
Will you fill the void I dig?

Will you try as I’ve tried?
Will you see me as I’ve been?
Will you fight for a future
With me?

Can you do,
even with someone like me?
Would you go to the past
To find a future with me?
Felix Jul 2020
I met you in a world where no one dared to travel
I met you through a friend whom was not a friend before
I saw your eyes and dared to dream of you that night

We spent days without counting
We found comfort through indecision
I’m always in love for one reason
or another

Too invested after 24 hours
Too attached after 72
Willing to traverse the skies after 96

sigh

And so of course
the last day brings loose change
Sweet nothings turned to blank stares
You looked at others but I wailed
I told myself there was no worry to feel
A lie so naive, so pure and so vain

You may mistake me for another
toss me in favour of unrequited lovers
It’s just another heart to be broken
A tattooed mistake to be remembered

And why should you care if it isn’t yours?
A landfill of stars couldn’t change
the ownership of its pulse
It’s just another heart to be broken

And that’s all I was to you.
love is suicide
Felix Jul 2020
Bury them deep.
Forget lies and their other words
Swallow the key.

Their indifference and lack of truth
Even when you loved them
They were cruel.

So **** them, **** the memories
**** even the stupidest ones
**** the glass of water from which they drank.

You’ll never be happy otherwise.
You’ll stay “friends” but they will
love.

Again.

So **** your darlings
**** them dead.
**** the old ones
And the ones you haven’t met.
Felix Jul 2020
I declare myself free of hope
I’ve given up on love
And left the love letters
To be written for others
But not for me.

I’m not what I want to be
I chase a distant future self
Really just deteriorating
Not living today
Regretting yesterday
for tomorrow’s sake.

Verily I accept my fate
With each passing night
the blame and sadness call on me
Like an old friend
with wedding invitations
to old familiar ways.

I accept
the gloom
the heartache
the melancholic substitute for meaning
the same dark and hopeless gift.

Such offerings are not given to anyone
Surely they must be attached forever?
Like a cancer that never truly departs
The sadness of the heart
Leaves little worthwhile elsewhere.
Felix Jul 2020
On the train and a woman stops me
I read her face
Poorly, I admit

Asks me something
In a language I couldn’t hear
Told her I didn’t know
Through my mask,
I must seem insincere

She spoke some more
In hopes of translations  
Be made clear
No I said
I don’t think we have
the same idea

She takes her mask off
The surgical protege
Falls to the ground
As if exposing her story
Unravelled, naked and austere

Asks me the same question
For a third time
Words seem different when spoken
By someone that’s near

I snap the ribbon from the back of my ear
The look on this woman’s face
I must be the first face she’s seen in days
Felix Jul 2019
Bruises worn
Not kept

Family gotten
Not deserved

Pain endured
Never shared

Words not spoken
Barely thought

A life is given
It must be lost
Poetry thats written
But never spoken
Felix Jul 2019
A two day leave
In a city of restless proportions
You took me from Rome
As if an empty promise

And so we walk the streets
And greet others
In broken Italian
And stumbling kindness

Its over now
But I don’t see why
So is this what love is?
A tirade so childish

Of whispers and rain
Of a heart so cursed
I wanted so much more
Than what just became

But I’ll endure

I’ll try and I’ll try
Forever as a foreigner
Replacing you for someone
Who doesn’t compare
Memories left, not taken
Felix Jul 2018
She made me peaches on ice
Like it was the 1920's
She was Greta Garbo
And I Hemingway

We went out
And toasted to good will
Youth and prosperity
Innocence the norm
And carte blanche
The martini

Without the olive
Because she had to eat it
And laughed, while ever so
slightly teasing

I felt better than Paris on a spring day
I felt stronger than a million sympathies
I felt as if the world had a plan for me
Alas, I was served
Peaches on ice
By the love of my life.
Perhaps it would
all be alright.

All I knew
Is that believing it
Made it real enough
To my wistful eyes.
Felix Jul 2020
Whispered names
Have been the same
Lovers forgotten
Scars retained

I long and look
I bleed and die
Why oh why
Is the search so ******?

I find and quit
I guess and turn
Body after body
Altered and strange

No bodies felt the same
No bodies could compete
Nobody to call mine
No heart to hold dear

My tears of dust
Wired and frail
Why oh why
Do they make their presence clear?

Find another
Perhaps the right
Telling is easy
Time knows why

Found you
I claim

So I bite the spark
That lit the world
Caressing your hair

Now knowing
that nothing would be the same
Felix Apr 2021
Love is everyones gossip to be heard in alleyways and bars
A notion of macabre jealousy erupts over my own life
Stillness digs the dirt from under my feet
For I hear the voids instead

The solitude of decisions yet to be made
The shapes and instruments to carve out rain
Are mine alone to keep
It seems I hear voids instead

To be loved is to be forgiven
Forgiveness granted in quiet woods and between brothers and sisters
Familial graves which light the way
I hear the voids
Still

Let the painbirds deliver their chirps
Let the craven feelings own my body
Let the voids drive their spikes into the chosen ones
Not cupids arrows
Not star-spangled promises
Only voids

Shouting down the stream of years
Those which have been
And those which will follow
It seems I'm running out of the latter
Felix Jul 2022
Your significant other is waiting
Maybe she’s the bank clerk who waits
For people to come and go
Or perhaps he is standing by the shore
Shooting stars with finger guns and drinking in the sea

Alone
Or ever born into this madness
Of searching and yearning
Of having love and spilling it on the counter
Of losing and forgiving
Dividing and conquering bodies
We all share with each other
Felix Jul 2018
Heaven floats in black paint
Stars shine and the night wanes
And then the snow falls to bring the day
Felix Jul 2018
Suddenly it's there
Where it wasn't
You see the space
Let the black wings reach

You take a photo
It's not good
You try to understand
You fail

Suddenly it's clear
You're the center of attention
It's not a parade or a circumvention
It's a burial and you're present
You're lowered into the ground
And your soul is fleeting
It's not tragic or special
It's your next birthday
Felix Jul 2019
Does not bleed.
Funny how some things
Are quite indifferent to how they’re perceived.

Is this my blood then?
That I watch flowing out.
Since I was a kid,
I knew only one way out.

Matter to matter,
Ashes to dust
When you’re truly gone
It’s too late to regret
Giving it up.

But let’s not end on a sad note.
Instead let us rejoice.

For truly, if a blood orange doesn’t bleed
Then the pulp must be richer than its seed.
Felix 7d
The one bedroom apartment
With a clock that ticks too loud
The woman who fights her man
At four am
Something breaks as always
Some know and just sleep through
Others wake up a little earlier for work

The cat that can’t get in
Because something is blocking the hatch
It purrs on the doormat
It forgot its been fed

The teenager who left last week
The father who doesn’t care where
A mother who calls him every night
And sends money to him
Puts her own phone on silent mode

The old timer on the first floor
Who waits for the mailman every Friday
Just to exchange a few words
He’s got the best smile and saw the Stones
In 66’

The two lesbians who just moved in
The guy below them who’s only met
One of them
Thinks he’s got a chance with the redhead

The others who rarely are seen
Who live quiet and mundane lives
In between
Me smoking a cigarette like it’s the
worst thing

I’ve been here
Paying rent
Dusting and wiping
Smiling and crying
Forgetting and *******
Forever it seems
Felix Dec 2018
Cry, as only a child cries
Weep, as only the willows weep
Die, as only the dead can feel

There is a light that persists
There is a darkness
- it doesn't quit
The noose tightens, it weighs thick
Perhaps forever more, the glint
of grief

So I
fail, as only an adult can fail
Scream, let onto another scream
I am one, and I am me
My body is dead, and yet
I see.

I want too much, and that is the fault,

I want myself to be clear in thought,

I think badly of myself, late at night,

I hate what I've become
And I've become
what I want.
the empty bodies stand at rest
Felix Jul 2018
There is a feeling of loneliness
Because you wanted it
You dreamed it and wanted to
Feel what it’d be like to lose
Everything

But you had everything
And nothing was taken
And nothing could be given
Back

Now you’re older
Dumber and uglier
And you have the tongue to ask
Where did I go wrong?

It isn’t what you didn’t do
It’s what you thought you needed
To be you

But now it’s over
And you can’t go home
Wash out your eyes little boy
You blew it all
On a selfish thought
Felix Jul 2019
Takes the stride
It takes your weight
One print after the next
It makes no mistakes

You walk it to find the way
The way to clearing your name
Heavy breath and barren eyes
You speak the words to yourself
Rehearsing the lines

It’s your cross to bear
Because nobody else is there
To act out the forthcoming play
Still the road is neither forgiving
Nor condemning
It takes the weight

A son
A single one
A greater purpose
That cannot be declared

So the road understands
For many sons have walked it
And many more shall transpire
The same

Of how strange the condition of life is
The road doesn’t care
Of how frail and mischievous being is
The road doesn’t berate

The road back is persisting and weary
It’s spine torn by bushes and rosemary
It’s walks endless and more
The people who walk it
Unaware of its name
But still they walk
the same longing floor.
Felix 7d
Eats and sleeps
Hasn’t had a dream in years

Writes his second hand words
on borrowed time
And still

The writer makes it so
he cannot help but fall from grace
Friends and colors go to paint
The mortgage weighs

On a dreary note the writer thinks
I have so much here and yet nothing to give
A turn key life and even clean sheets

I cannot write because I have changed
I cannot write and so I just exist
Spirits high he just repeats
Felix Jul 2018
To want is to chain
And to have
Is to give

To bleed is to die
And to love
Is benign

Three pillows for sleep
But I sleep for you
I only want to wake up
With a body that's true

It's not unrequited
Or disenchanted

It's pleasure
And contempt

It's a farce and it's crude
That I'd die thousands of times
For someone that sleeps with three pillows
What's the distance to you?
Felix Feb 2019
Describe myself?

I am reminded of a wave
That rides itself
Until
It doesn't.

It crashes
Cascades
And accepts;
downward must the way.

As if only to be plain
A body of still water
Once more
Again.

For no reason is given
No resolution needed
A wave is but a wave
Until it isn't.
the ocean is an endless certainty

— The End —