Restless Heart (Poetry)

You have a restless heart.
You can’t stand still.
Always on the run,
looking for adventures.

You need the action
in your life.
Your heart longs for
new experiences.

You’re a traveller
with a restless heart.
It forces you to be
always on the road.

Don’t try to stop it.
It’s where you belong.
It’s who you are

Exciting. Awesome.

© 06.08.17 LJ Meindl All rights reserved.

Invisible (Poetry)

Invisible

Why don’t you see me?
I’m standing right next to you.
But you talk with your friends
and I am out.

It’s like, I’m invisible.
People see through me;
Pretend, I’m not there.
What can I do,
to be seen and heard?

Your affection never last long.
If you meet someone else,
I am forgotten.
Do I even mean anything to you?

It’s like, I’m invisible.
People see through me;
Pretend, I’m not there.
What can I do,
to be included?

Always I’m left out;
Ever been.
Why? I don’t know.
I just want to belong.

© LJ Meindl 11.07.17 All rights reserved.

Personal Hell (poetry)

Personal Hell

I hate the noise,
I hate the lights,
but music is
what led me here.
I’m longing for to see you
just one more time.

I go through
my personal hell
through the pain and endless darkness
for you.

I’ll go through
this personal hell
to feel the fire in my heart
for you.

I feel so restless, so fucking scared
but your music makes me
smile again,
and I’m in heaven.

And, I go through
my personal hell
– through the pain and endless darkness
for you, I’ll go through
this personal hell
to feel the fire in my heart
for you.

Dedicated to The 69 Eyes.

Wrong Planet Syndrom (Poetry)

Wrong Planet Syndrom

Sometimes I think
people misunderstand me
on purpose,
so they just have something
to complain about.

Sometimes it feels like
we talk in different languages.
Both humans, but still so different.
It feels like
I’m on the wrong planet.

Like the Enterprise,
I try to discover new cultures
but it seems
I got lost.

I’m lost on the
wrong planet
where no one
understands me.

31.01.17 © LJ Meindl

I am so tired (poetry)

I am so tired
Of fighting every day.
The pain,
The fatigue.

For what
keep I fighting?
A few minutes
Being able to write?

I am so tired
Of the daily struggle.
How can I enjoy life,
If all I know is pain?

It determines my life,
Everything I do
And want to do.
My dreams stay dreams
Because of this illness.

I am so tired.
I just want to rest.

24.11.16 © LJ Meindl All rights reserved.