Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Achim Wollscheid Poems

41. Ends Begin 7/12/2010
42. Love Has Grown 7/24/2010
43. Pitfall 8/9/2010
44. Oh, Conquest 8/15/2010
45. Assiduous Daydreamer 8/16/2010
46. My Restart 8/24/2010
47. The Place I Hate 8/24/2010
48. Von Der Mama 8/24/2010
49. New Sea 8/30/2010
50. Happiness In Every Circumstance 9/1/2010
51. Rebirth Of The Dead At Heart 9/13/2010
52. Baton Race 10/9/2010
53. Music Dies Too 10/24/2010
54. Past Disappointments 11/2/2010
55. Darkness 11/3/2010
56. Squanders Of Love 11/15/2010
57. A Defending Bee 12/1/2010
58. Forbidden Fruit 3/14/2011
59. Emotions: All That I'Ve Got 3/19/2011
60. Soiled Towels 5/5/2011
61. Sadness 5/7/2011
62. Mother's Love 5/19/2011
63. Strangled And Stranded 5/23/2011
64. Falter 6/20/2011
65. Such People, Hopeless As I 6/20/2011
66. Was I Ever A Friend? 6/20/2011
67. Look, See? 6/21/2011
68. Better 7/2/2011
69. New Love With New Suffering 4/11/2010
70. Suddenly 4/11/2010
71. Windows 4/19/2010
72. What's A Fiction 5/4/2010
73. Why The Moment Of Life? 5/12/2010
74. Power Of God 5/13/2010
75. Temptations 5/15/2010
76. The Shrinking Barrier 5/26/2010
77. A Morning's Fear 5/29/2010
78. Kids, Grow Up 5/29/2010
79. Do Not Fight A Feeling 12/23/2009
80. Taste 12/29/2009
Best Poem of Achim Wollscheid

A House Is The Building Or Structure In Which One Lives

Just escape from this building
That's colliding; its walls, fading black
Walk to somewhere away from this memory
Wipe aside tears that threaten departure
And pack today to be sure of leaving tomorrow
Look at blooming flowers to remove sorrow
And simply forget that around these parts,
The sky was ever so beautiful in the night
Com'on, just leave the place behind
Take away every picture you ever took in your mind
Toss them to the fire that burns ever so bright
Brace the heart, rest and keep it calm
Because it's saddening, and ticking like a bomb
Get away ...

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Run, Run, Run

We’re at seams
Threads and ending things
We know it’s just the world
But we know its hurtful ways
We hold each other’s hands
And their faces grow distressed
They all scoff at us
Unmoved and merciless
We’re fond, you and I

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