Category: Poems

Time is up
What can you show
I told you to give me the world
But I want more

It does not appease me
Buried deep inside
Is the spark I’ve been waiting for
Colour blind is what you have made me

Carry the world
And present it too
We have no time
There’s a line that cannot be crossed

For those who dare
Won’t see the light
Take another breathe
Deduct it from what I owe

I pay for the results
You pay the consequences
We agreed, we agreed
Give me what you owe

Time is up.
Time is up.
Tomorrow you will vanish
Yet a part of you will stay

Time is up.
Time is up.
You’ve crossed the line
You’re killing us all

 

Extract! Extract!
Give me a piece
Extract! Extract!
You are not needed whole

Cut a piece of which you have plenty
Time will replenish the missing holes
Your flesh will soon enough reflect which it protects
You don’t look too well

It’s big and bright
It burns their eyes
Give me your mind
Put the ideas to work

Little is too little
Give me more
A mind does not sell
What the heart does not approve

Extract! Extract!
Give me that too
Extract! Extract!
Catch the escaped ideas that flew

Send your soul
To fetch the missing pieces
Give me a piece
You are not needed whole

All that you give
Give it well
It’s the pieces I’m after
or else it won’t sell

FoMo You. FoMo Me.
A vision of an unpainted picture
Music with missing beats
A story cut short mid-sentence
Where is the rest.
Where is the rest.

What have I missed to complete this incompleteness
A twisted line only to be straight
A grass richer on soiled soil
A carrot swinging from your words

FoMo You. FoMo Me.
What can you show me that I have missed?
For would I have truly missed it, if I did not know it existed
Is there more?
Is there more?

FoMo You. FoMo Me.
Of all the different paths, my life follows your voice
What is truly missed that never existed
Hope pulled up. Realty pulled down.

For you.
For you.
The picture comes to life.

For me.
For me.
What can be, that never existed?

FoMo You. FoMo Me.