Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff Poems

Chapter 1: Spring


A new start, way to express my feelings, stoned plated heart,
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My face hidden, it has no structure anymore,
You won't find any missing parts; shapeless, it lost its purpose, the lore.

My lips disappeared, used by a traitor, my person, luster of greed,
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Am I worthy? Dissonant words, rejoinder it quickly,
My privilege of greediness, a pot of tears,

Showing off your burned skin, cataclysmic, we swam, the daydreams.
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A soulless meadow, the grass almost completely dried,
No trace of life if it were not for a flower.

A crippled flower, disfigured by its past and environment,
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A shadow, many interpretations
A sign of darkness, the unknown,
A place to escape the heat as a trait, cold
A venue where you shouldn't live in but worshipped as a savior at the same time too
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Pale, tiny, skinny legs carrying me while viewing the holy sea.
Standing here, the gray landside, smooth vicinity not a single tree.

Lips still moist as I observe the moving skyline,
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A rainy day, a moody sky, a shattering lantern, tears in his eyes.
A silhouette of my loved one, steps of a bold one, keeping alive,
The red shining moonlight.
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Marion Eve
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It's glorious
this path never ending, so narrow
I'm smiling big
heat feels so cold,
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An innocent children, held in the past, terrified it seems (Day and Night)
Life's circling over as the sorrowness was shown in these dreams

It's forbidden brining back sacred memory's,
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