a poem a day. thirty days. attempt number one.

"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be indicated in brackets in the title (although pictures of the original extract will not be published)

"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark imagery. more specific warnings included in individual chapters (if any). vulgarities indicated in the title by (v/w).

boys will be bugs

"da ist nichts", antwortete ich. © kortians, 2016

der unwillkürliche Geisteszustand, von einer anderen Person betört oder besessen zu sein.

In den Notizbüchern, lauern (sechzehn) Schmetterlinge.

In Mitten meiner, mit Tränen überfluteten, Grauzone, stapeln sich Notizbücher.

when he talks down on me. this one is for him. let me give you this at least.

Nur in der Grauzone ist genug Platz für all meine Tränen.