Poems from Magdalena Th.
Who is to blame?
You, me, the state, your bad luck or our poor choices?
Countless dreams scattered all over the rails of track number 9
A...
A white poncho
And a long, white skirt at the bottom
A colorful mat
You stand before it
And you kneel on top of it
While mumbling.
Weird...
Plenty of meaningless people
Empty caricatures
Soulless mannequins
Perfect on the outside
But lifeless on the inside
. . .
Think like...
“I might dislike you
But i do not loathe you”
He said to her
Before slamming the door
And disappearing.
“Yet again”
She said
And went to...
A message you’ve expected
But never came
Or came too late
Yet; it still mattered
And made you believe that he still cared.
The new year´s...