A Waltz For Zizi

Bronze Star - 2,606 Points (7 march 1988)

A Waltz For Zizi Poems

161. *departing November 8/4/2013
162. At The Grave Of The Murdered 9/8/2013
163. Unfinished November Waltz 5/20/2013
164. Nameless, Soundless 9/23/2013
165. This Is My Goodbye 9/24/2013
166. Waiting For A Kiss, On The Hill Closest To Your Lips 4/23/2013
167. Where I Walk, I Walk Alone 9/25/2013
168. Those That Follow Your Kisses 4/14/2013
169. I Would Be A Waste Of Flesh 10/16/2013
170. The Kiss Of Her Knight 12/25/2012
171. A Story Of...Ella 12/26/2012
172. My Land Lies Faraway 12/29/2012
173. Like An Ordinary Girl 10/18/2013
174. You Need To Tell Me If You'Ll Stay 10/20/2013
175. His Muse, Her Muse 10/14/2013
176. The Will To Live 11/25/2013
177. Against God(S) (After Profanity) 11/25/2013
178. The Name Of November 11/30/2013
179. My War Begins With God 12/5/2013
180. Do You Know Why.... 12/7/2013
181. Are You My Muse? 12/9/2013
182. Writing, To Make Your Skin Stop In My Palms 12/10/2013
183. In My Own Petty War 12/15/2013
184. Her Hands That Root Into My Chest 12/17/2013
185. Regret 12/20/2013
186. Hollow Wings 12/21/2013
187. Unshaped 12/21/2013
188. God 12/21/2013
189. Is In Your Heart Love? 12/22/2013
190. I Don'T Know 1/3/2014
191. She Is Nice To Me 1/7/2014
192. The Last 1/7/2014
193. In The Winter 1/9/2014
194. Love 1/9/2014
195. Fired 1/10/2014
196. When I Am In Love 1/12/2014
197. Do You Want To Break Up? 1/18/2014
198. Do You Want To Break Up? (2) 1/18/2014
199. *disappointing Life 1/19/2014
200. Courageous 1/30/2014
Best Poem of A Waltz For Zizi

I Have So Many Stories To Tell You

Always looking back at you
from the other side of the street,
I never really forgot
how to love you.

Running after the same things,
I write to you on the bark of the trees
that bloom in the spring
in front of your house.

In the park, after you leave,
I sit alone on the bench you have rested
and mark the spot
with an X.

I take pictures of your footprints
and put them in frames on the walls of my room.
I walk behind you and inhale
the air that touches your lips.

I carry sandwiches with me, that I eat
at the same time with you,...

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These Angels

Angels feed on her blood
and they grow white wings.
They drink some more
and they grow another set of wings.
They never get enough.
They never smile.
They never leave.
No one belives
that angels
feed on her blood,
no one but me.

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