Adrian Faust's tiny little pieces and fragments of life. (Poems)

[Adrian Faust]

Before you read you should know that comments and criticism is very welcome in a post inbetween my poems


"Nothing hurts like Nothing"

I "love" how in a second you got all my good memories to feel like nothing ...

Nothing...

I'm not as sorry about what's been and been. No more than I miss my good memories, yes, those that meant something at least.
Right now, they are not worth more than a 7'3 beer I drank in 2012.

Nothing...

I hate you because I could not keep my wonderful and nice memories of you.
I hate you for now, I'm not crying because I miss you.

Nothing...

I'm crying over nothing ..
Nothing...
I cry because nothing hurts as nothing does.

[Adrian Faust]

"The Feeling When You, Because You"

"The feeling when you hold on to something and it turns to ashes so that you fall forward, because it was something that was leaned on.
One immediately know why, yet nothing at all.
Comparing the feeling of loving an anchor so much that you embrace it down to the bottom of an ocean is possible.
Because the wise thing to do would be to stay aboard the boat and look out over the horizon and the sunrise.
However, that is how heart-to-brain functions more often than not, very little room for compromises.
So now you get up and start think you're happy to be up.
But as if the air you breathe is water, like the scratches on your knees are swaying and as if the heart is an anchor on the bottom of the ocean."