Desperation

A reading in addition to a little piece of dark poetry I wrote almost two years ago. - I hope you'll enjoy it.



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Dance of the Words (video edition)

written and read by Ingrid Prohaska


Just an addition to my latest poetry lines - the reading.
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The Giant and his Destiny (video edition)

a story reading by Ingrid Prohaska

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My Peek at Heaven (video edition)

a story reading by Ingrid Prohaska

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Curiosity (video edition)

a poem reading by Ingrid Prohaska

 

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Farewell (video edition)

a poem reading by Ingrid Prohaska

 

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With Brush and Palette (video edition)

a poem reading by Ingrid Prohaska

 

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Daybreak in Fall (video edition)

a poem reading by Ingrid Prohaska

 

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With Brush and Palette

by Ingrid Prohaska

With brush and palette

I move through my life

paint freckles on the ground

intensive colors

lights and shadows

well, ev'ry moment counts.

I paint with love

with passion and with joy

in my way and the best way

I can paint.

'Cause when my final hour strikes

I like to see

a wonderful picture at the end.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

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Curiosity

by Ingrid Prohaska

a soul
a body
child and adult at the same time
reborn
innocent again and already guilty
still feeling the warmth, the trust
but already confronted with the lie
fragile and strong
learning again what I was already taught
in a wrong way
or was it the right one?
Questioning every reaction
Learn how to move
in little steps
not yet able to run
but I should already
should I?
Knowing exactly how to handle the body
helpless to handle the soul in a right way
but I know how
do I?
Still feeling the warmth of the blanket
how long can I keep this feeling
in the cold and windy outside?
The protecting coat of love blown away
by duties, manipulation and fear

I'm feeling dizzy
how long can I stand this time?

Forcing the soul is hurting the body
What has started so full of hope
lies here
broken in pieces again
only the desire to live is still alive.

Existing instead of living
please don't tell me
that this is the price.

Is there a deadline
on my second chance?
The time can not be right
haunted and chased
will make me fail again.

I can not win
the fight against your clock
I know
I can never ever be on time
in my second chance.

But when I close my eyes
I still see
how beautiful my life could be.
And so I do keep moving
maybe just because I want to know
if there is a chance for me
a chance for a life
wonderful like a dance.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

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Farewell

by Ingrid Prohaska

You can hurt me once

you can hurt me twice

you can hurt me several times

I do not count

the beats of my heavy heart

But one day

I know it for sure

I will miss my laughter

and this moment

I will not ignore

and silently

I will close the door

to myself

for you

forever.

And I won't feel alone anymore.

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

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About a Break

 

by Ingrid Prohaska

"Take a break" she said

but I couldn't

"Take a break" she said

but I couldn't stop running

"Take a break" she said

but I couldn't stop running after things

things I thought I have to reach

One day

her voice faded

and she moved to a better place.

And I

I had to take a break

"Life will go on" I cried

but I couldn't

"Life will go on" I cried

but I couldn't continue

"Life will go on" I cried

but I couldn't continue the way

the way I was used to go

One day

I stopped searching

and started finding

And I

I opened my eyes

"Dance with me" he smiled

and I couldn't

"Dance with me" he smiled

and I couldn't resist

"Dance with me" he smiled

and I couldn't resist to say

to say finally - "I love you"

Copyright © 2011 Ingrid Prohaska

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Daybreak in Fall

by Ingrid Prohaska

One day it happened.
Fear hit me in the face.
"Not with me" I thought, and called for satisfaction.

Daybreak in fall in a glade in the deep forest.
There stood eye to eye
on one side - Fear. Evil experience the second;
on the other side - I. My second was called Self-love.
We chose our guns, the duel could begin.
One, two - I heard the leaves rustle under my feet,
three, four - my knees felt weak,
five, six - "kill the fear, kill the fear",
seven, eight - "before Fear kills you",
nine, ten
I turned around;
a shot was heard;
I fell to the ground;
Fear disappeared.
A nightmare gone,
a dream fulfilled.
Freedom came to me;
Self-love helped me to my feet again.

And if you say "This story is fiction!",
I answer you "How real is fear?"

Copyright © 2007 Ingrid Prohaska
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