Etikett: poet

Ditch Dwellers – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I went from wanting the world to wanting nothing
I just want to hide under the covers
Preferably with someone else
Preferably with someone I love intimately
But most likely with no-one
Still better than being out there
in the stream of the city
Out there where the people work hard to achieve things
I want none of that
None of that matters
So, what do I think matters?
I don’t know
I really don’t fucking know
Lots of people don’t know
These outcasts of life are all sitting down in the ditch
In the cold, wet and stinking ditch
They’re all silent and grim
I might as well join them

by Andreas Blaustein

The Silent Poem – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Kingdoms and empires collapse
and the future is creeping up
There’s no answer as to what will happen
So we all panic or stay in denial
Fear takes over and we hate and hate and hate
Every war in history had its’ own justifications
But the dead can’t speak for themselves

2009-2012 – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I think about all of you sometimes
I miss you and the life we lived
Not all of us were best friends
Some of us were mere acquaintances
Just someone we say hello to
while passing each other in the corridor
I think about all of you sometimes
but I know that you don’t think of me
None of you remember me
I’m not blaming you, I envy you
I want to release my grip of the past too
to be able to accept you as a part of my past
and not to wish myself back there all the time
So as I sit in the dark and recall useless memories
I imagine everyone of you living your lives
It hurts so much
that I’m the only one
who still hasn’t left

The End – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

Power doesn’t corrupt, we’re already corrupted
There’s no evil in the world, only humans
We’ve tipped the scale our way
But the imbalance will even out
Let the sun burn and the oceans rise
It’s not the end of the world, only ours
And we all deserve it
For our greatness and ignorance

by Andreas Blaustein

Simplicity – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

You are nothing and so am I
None of us are gods or prophets
Death will come for us all
And even if it doesn’t, we’re still nothing
But we should be okay with that
All we really need is
good people, good food and good drink
We need good music and good stories
And maybe most of all we need good talks and laughter
But it’s too hard to have all of that
So we chase success

by Andreas Blaustein

You Owe Me – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I have no friends and no social life
World, you owe me
I have no woman to make me warm
World, you owe me
I’m slowly getting fatter, I hate my job, I’m not rich and I’m not living my dream
World, you owe me nothing
Absolutely nothing

by Andreas Blaustein

The Old Gang – The First 25 Years of a Dreamer

I loved you
I know I fucked up, but so did you
I apologized several times
When are you going to apologize to me?
I don’t want to waste any more words on you
It’s better that we stay unfriends
I loved you
I know I fucked up, but so did you
I apologized to you and you did apologize to me
Then you didn’t talk to me for a long time
When you came back, you had no place to live
So you started talking to me again
Right out of the fucking blue
It’s better that we stay unfriends
I loved you
None of us fucked up
We just made very different choices
Those choices changed us both
It took a long time,
but eventually we couldn’t recognize each other anymore
It’s better that we stay unfriends
But you’re the only one I wish I could still be friends with
I genuinely hope you’re happy
Good luck and live well

by Andreas Blaustein