Oh, you noble knights
and wise old women
I couldn't care less

about advice and pity
what do you know

about this nix city
or the commotion in my heart
you can't see the blood

flow to my face, my lips
twitching, my smile telling

what I won't say or write
you can't hear the charm
of my voice, I know

my problems
better than you do

Sometimes I need someone
let us have a chat
meet somewhere here
or in a conversation box
we could laugh together
and share some
endorphin sweets
cutting isn't enough

red lines, welling up
from my heart
the kerfs of my tribe
saw teeth, welling up
from my heart
and read my poetry
red lines, welling up
from my heart

My body becomes a wreck
if I don't take care of it
and am dissatisfied

if it's not all that beautiful
as it seems, and so much
should change what can't be done

I see shiny people everywhere
they devote their bodies
as temples

of flesh, bones, and blood
to plastic beauty
or something higher

but my temple is for myself
a work of art
of my mind

that listens
when my body calls
for recognition and tenderness

to give and to receive
I am not an avatar
but intimately myself

They say I live in a fantasy
they say I need to see my doctor
they say I am troubled

Her poetry is also about me
even though it isn't entirely true
there ís a fire in my belly

maybe it can be put out
but as long as it burns, it desires
the best of you

that does not lust after my beauty
to penetrate my lips
but is longing

for the best of me
the heavy whole, holy
and safe, my home

that I formed myself
from the metal of my body
and the silk of my spirit

The candle on the edge of the bath crackles
and, over my body, the ball is fizzing
the purple rain

of my red blood
in the blue reflection
of the sky in the water

my skin dissolves, my skeleton
shivers, so beautiful is this
ending, farewell my love

just let me go, I'm crying
but I love myself
since you kissed away what was ugly

He hits me, and she
does not feel the pain
she prefers to side with him

I laugh about it, I know it
the ritual in which I am
just the last in line

Nobody hears it, nobody sees it
Who would help me? he doesn't
shout and he doesn't hit me that hard

Hello Earth, This Is Siera
I am a red devil
do you read me?

Come In, Future
I wish to live and be licked
please lick me dry and cool

Do It Now

You lie who I am
so do not bother me, do not look
do not say anything, do not ignore me
act normal, can't you see
my Blood Flag in the storm!

I don't want sugar and no pat
and certainly not to be good
I want your recognition
of what has been done to me
only then will I lower my flag!

Well, say it, say it often
enough to make me believe
it is true, the bad luck
I've had, and that I am
wonderful nevertheless!

Only then will I say: Damn!
It's over, come on!
I just have to live with it!
And not stand in my own way!
I can really bear that burden!

Daddy's friends like to laugh
and have another beer
to watch me
when I bring it

but today they fall silent
you could be bothered yourself
with a difficult daughter
who posts poems

about sex and the love
of her father and
a distant lover

What is the matter with him
and this interest in my inner self?
Too bad, he does not understand

Only in fantasy can I express
what I need and
what makes me angry

It feels famous, those sunglasses
against the guessing and hoping eyes
that warm you with attention

Yes, we watch, because we know
we are seen by you
we straighten our backs and laugh

We hear you, you like to talk
about love, about desires
and about me

that I seem to be ready
Yes, I really wanted
to believe that

and my body called
for redemption, but you took
my soul in return

Why was my age just a number
why did I think I could
fly in your attention?

You played with the words
Please Rescue Me
but I survived you

Mama woke me up
She embraced me sobbing and
stumbled down the stairs
in my arms, and I

stumbled down the stairs
in her arms, to daddy
in the kitchen, arms around each other
we were crying

but I had to go back, see
how I was
breathless on my bed
still warm

as if I was asleep, oh
you are thirteen
don't go, stay
here with me

Paramedics arrived
They put me in a bag
and carried me away
leaving me behind

I can think what I want
It doesn't numb me
but not to feel sorrow
would be worse

I can think what I want
That they were just words
but they were deadly
anyway

I can think what I want
Let myself explode
to know nothing more
but I know anyway

I can think what I want
Not to be the honey
he slurps up
but it happens anyway

and it's not the kiss
it seems to be
and certainly not the kiss
of my dreams

The Bullyboy charges forward
like a bull, horns forward -
a Goliath, whose spear is stronger
than the stone in the hands
of his opponent

He does not see his own weakness
does not know his own values

and does not believe in the lessons
of the futile past struggle
of many great powers
against the small countries
they despise

He is blind, but not insensitive
to the tragedy that clings to him

Have pity
on the citizens and the soldiers
under the yoke of rulers
who reject treaties
and do not tolerate wisdom

Am I a profiteer
of fellow sufferers, if
I decide that I am sick now?

It would change the world
wrongly: higher costs
a lower return
and the system remains

if not enough people
beyond participating or not participating
live with less, and thus more
natural humanity

without a whip
to live together
outside the running wheel