Achim Wollscheid Poems

Nothing comes out of faith
When the brick is not properly laid.
It is no life to live blindly
With demons leading the way.
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Shedding tears has its different meanings,
Each one being more complex than the last.
At the pond rain trinkles with the water,
And sitting by it, I strongly wish for conquest.
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i long for dreaming
long so much
i want my mental hands to touch
again, the pleasure wasn't there though
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Why do we as people carry on about our love
When it finds its ways of running short?
How can we, blessed people, talk about our pain?
It occured to me that I have everything
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i don't want to go
to the place that i hate
where everyone criticizes,
and riddles mockery
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The strain does not distinguish the new sea from the old
As I gather my view, as I breathe in my fill
Of salt water and nature’s musty perfume.
Masterfully, flocks of seagulls flaunt the skies;
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Days, long and hard,
yet tranquil, but still not sufficient enough;
I spend my days in ups and downs,
never is there more smiles than frowns.
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Sparse, is there time, when troubles are few,
But the bull, often shaken, has calmed.
It looks, today, the weather is fairer;
It looks, today, pleasant and fond.
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I need strength and it is passed onto me like a baton would be.
When it is in my hands, I run the race with all of my might until my part is finished.
My legs ache as I dash, my eyes are unsteady, the hot sun creates the heat waves that divert me.
If only I had a stronger start; if only, if only, if only goes my thoughts for the extent of the track.
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