The Badland Cafe

Here's a groups of poems (The first one is prose) I wrote these in english this morning. Tell me what you think. I don't really care

Now I sit here pondering my life and what it has become. I’m nothing more than a specter haunting the hallways, never seen by the one woman that makes life worth living. She’s the reason I breathe, the reason I struggle on. But her problems are my problems. She is my focus where I can set myself before I am overwhelmed by a whirlwind of stress. But she is not there. I can be the one that’s makes her dreams come true, I am the one that cares for her ore than life itself. She is the sun in my existence that chases away my dark demons. But my sun has faded away. I am left in an overcast prison forced to live the life of a monster. A man trapped in his own thoughts looking for away out.


The rain beats silently on my roof above
I stare at the dark ceiling lost in my own thoughts
The bed is as cold as my stone hearts
Love has abandoned me
Love has hurt me
Love has hurt the ones I love
From my mouth fly the deadly words of love
That tear into hearts, sharper than any dagger
My love brings others pain and suffering
If I love another I fear I might dig my own grave
And stained my hands with my own blood
Six feet deep in the cold frosted earth
The only thing that understands me is the rain
Silent, cold, it hurts who he loves
Calm, cool, faithful, the rain is a man like me
It cries out there for his love somewhere out there
But he will never find her
The rain is a silent invisible spirit
That wonders the world as I wonder the halls


The Mild Man is a Monster
From seeing who I am
You would assume I am mild man
Quiet, calm, strong of heart
The one to never break your heart
But no one knows the pain inside
The pain I try so hard to hide
The fact that love means death
I’m a monster, not heaven blessed
It’s buried deep inside of me
Waiting for me to give in
To the loathing and the darkness
I would be powerless
To stop myself if I submit
I should quit
Living my tortured life
Waiting for the chance to die
To rid the world of myself
For I am nothing else
Except a creature hidden deep
Waiting for my chance to sleep
Forever…