Poems
A Deadly Sick Animal
When I am so sad
That I can no longer speak
I just want to lie down
Like a deadly sick animal
But even that is too painful
So I move restlessly up and down
And go about my business with zeal
Then people say:
He has a lot of energy!
© Maniwolf – German Original by Maniwolf. Translated with DeepL.com. Edited by Maniwolf.
Anxiety
At last, when we talked about
That our tentative separation
Would soon be final,
I felt the white hand of death reaching for me,
And a voice cried out: I am scared
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As far as the Sea
I want to be alone
Move into the distance
As far as the sea
To be surrounded by no one
Not even by myself.
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A Special Ability
Perhaps they will say one day:
He had a special ability,
To put into words
boundless unhappiness
Was that because of his word power?
Or because of his boundless unhappiness?
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Encounter in Mazatlán
We quickly agreed on the price,
and also on the hotel.
Then we lay naked.
I had come with all the desires of the last barren years,
while you were thinking about the next customer.
When you sighed
and I moaned
we met briefly,
before we finally fell apart
and staggered off in opposite directions,
and plunged into the strangely twisted glass tunnels of our alien lives.
© Maniwolf – German Original by Maniwolf. Translated with DeepL.com. Edited by Maniwolf.
My Hands are Empty
I stroked your hair
And kissed your mouth,
Caressed your breasts
And felt your thighs.
And our eyes were one.
Now our time is up. I need to get up and leave.
I stand at the edge of the bed and my hands are empty.
This emptiness hurts.
— Good feels this emptiness, it makes my hands so light.
Nothing that pulls me down.
I can go wherever I want.
© Maniwolf- English Original
The Poem
Sometimes
I burst with a thirst for adventure,
An urge to devour mountains, lands, seas
And to storm across the globe to heaven
Then someone calls:
Write a poem!
I am suddenly paralyzed,
I start to lurch
And drown in the slippery dark water
© Maniwolf – German Original by Maniwolf. Translated with DeepL. Edited by Maniwolf.
For Beautiful M
I still love you
You are like a precious vase
Without flowers
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Lost Love
And so we stand there with white, ice-cold hands,
from which a precious vase has just slipped,
smashed on the floor,
lost forever
like our love
And we stare at each other helplessly
In frozen horror.
© Maniwolf – English Original
To Hurt me
Of your many abilities,
Beloved,
You have mastered one above all others:
To hurt me.
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