Schlagwort-Archive: Loss

Riding on a winters day.

Riding on a winters day

Riding bus the way to town
On a winters day.
Not sure whether to smile or frown,
Don’t know what to say.

Wanting but not needing,
Better to stay alone.
Working on the feelings,
To finally find a home.

Never felt this way before
Something inside is free
Living civilized but feeling raw
Experiencing the extreme

Wake up each day hope for the best
Mostly it works out.
Then the jester fumbles the rest
And back it goes way down.

Driving away and leaving town
Still on a winters day
Forcing a smile before laying down
To shut inner fears away.

Jan Wendler
21.01.2015

This is a poem about someone living a life he was born into but realizing he got lost somewhere along the way. This is a poem about struggling to make it right in everyday life and realizing that the task is not that easy. A poem about searching and not necessarily finding.

 

The broken road

The broken road

The road has been dark for a long long time,
Forgotten that there’s a sun that shines.
Each pothole’s a burden trying to make us give up,
Where is the glimmer of light to make our lives erupt?

Life starts off easy, later we have to search hard to prevail,
Resentment and mistrust are promises to fail.
Search for a kind spark in every strange face,
Give people reason to believe this is a better place.

The stars to reach for are not in the sky,
They are much closer, maybe in a stranger’s eye.
Take every chance you will ever get,
Say yes to life and always hope for the best.

With fear inside you you’ll never see,
The true person you were made to be.
Look everywhere with conscious eyes,
It’s your only hope to really be alive.

Lough loud and be happy no matter what others think,
They’re only jealous because they think their life stinks.
Be the person you should in this one life you’re in,
‘Cause giving up on yourself is the ultimate sin.

The road has been dark for a very long time,
Believe in yourself and your sun will shine.
Through love and kindness the potholes are paved,
Through friendship and truth our lives will be saved.

Jan Wendler
8.1.2015

I think this is a proper poem to start off the new year with.
A plea to everyone to be themselves, live life and never give up.
Love, kindness, friendship, truth, I think those are good New Year resolutions 🙂

 

Shipwrecked

Shipwrecked

Shipwrecked in the sea of love,
Slowly going down.
The wind so strong, the sea so rough,
I’m slowly going down.

My ship was proud until it crashed,
And left me here alone.
Into a reef one night we smashed,
Thus now I can’t reach home.

Using all my might to stay alive,
To catch a breath of air,
Now all I hope is you’ll be there,
That god will treat me fair.

Hope is all that I have left,
For someone to rescue me.
She’ll ride her ship and track me down,
So that I will be free.

I’m a convict but my crime was love,
Love for which I’d die.
Now I’m imprisoned in the sea of love,
But to survive I’ll try.

Jan Wendler
29.08.1997

Lovesick ftw^^ LOL I remember writing this while on a bus ride in turkey ????

 

First Love

First Love

There’s too many people full of too many worries,
There’s too many people full of too many stories.
There’s too many hearts with too little love,
Too many hearts that don’t have enough.

Now life as I know it is no longer there,
And the world that I live in is no longer fair.
All dreams I once had have gone up in smoke,
There’s nothing left to dream or to hope.

And as the book of life slowly turns its page,
I notice myself becoming of age.
But unfortunately rage is all I can feel,
The rage, the sadness of how my heart she did steal.

I was a loner, friends I had few,
She was a beauty but lonely too.
One night, sitting by myself again,
She chose me before the other men.

Soon everyone knew she was mine,
We were together all the time.
Only my heart still didn’t know,
It never learnt love it should show.

Like this she soon felt it could not go on,
Together something always went terribly wrong.
By summer she then felt she better go,
For my true feelings she never did know.

She’ll never find out what I felt for her,
She’ll never know I’m now in despair.
My angel left, she went out of my life,
My heart was pierced by a rusty knife.

I never had the guts to love once more,
My heart never healed, it felt too sore.
The pain when she left was by far too great,
Now I fear that all is too late.

Jan Wendler
06.03.1997

Woah, I wrote this thinking back about the first time I really fell in love. I was 21 at the time of writing and all I was was heartbroken, lonely and thinking life was so unfair.

 

Nightmare

Nightmare

When I lie down and go to bed,
I run to you inside my head.
When I reach you, then all I see,
Is your sweetness waiting for me.

What a kind thought,
This dream me has brought.
Thus now I shall make
It through the next day.

Sometimes I do not dream this,
Then my dream is the devil’s kiss.
I run to you, and what I find,
Freezes my heart, I wish I was blind.

It stabs my heart with a poisoned dart.
Kills my belief,
Fills me with grief.

Pleasure is so close to pain,
And what one sees is such a shame.
My heart cracked apart when I saw you there,
With someone else you yourself shared.

Jan Wendler
20.10.1996

Wrote this during my apprenticeship. It’s not really about a woman but more life in general.