Thursday, June 1, 2017

A word




As long as I live, the well is infinite.



Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Freedom


Sun kissed,

The warm wind skating on my skin

One hand on the shoulder,


The other one holding on tight to this moment.


A day for the books,

In mine nonetheless


Our past months rumbling in my helmet,

Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.


I close my eyes to see


Right here, I am free.



Saturday, May 27, 2017

The real thing




Some people will never experience Berlin

Except through stories,

Have their thirst for the thrill quenched

Than by reading.

Close, but never close enough ;

I never saw that sunset,

Just the reflection of it,

And it was just as perfect.


Not all love stories have the happy ending

But that does not make them any less real 

Than the real thing.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

The same poem



A new beginning,
A comparable ending
It is the same poem
I keep writing.

The message differs
The titles adjust
One more figure of speech
For picking up a broken piece.

Elusive alterations
Editing the outcome
A plethora of versions 
For my book of poems.

Another round,
Back to square one
Are there any words left
This heart has not said.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Foreign land



If he really loved you...
If he really loved me, what? 
I suffer from Fernweh constantly,
Which horribly translates to wanderlust in English
Read the irony;
Still, I am traveling.
His blue eyes gallivant for a split second,
Sensible to where his mind escapes to,
I let him. 
I go fetch him water
He sneaks up from behind
Never turning around, 
He sees my soul full frontal.
If he really loved you...
If I really loved him, I know
What works

He is foreign land,
And I do not own a map.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Half love

Half a life
Half a love
Undivided submission;

Half-hearted
I am utterly devoted
To lesser moments.

Between the sheets
The mind drifts
In search of atonement;

Part-time wrong
Entirely yours
An inevitable outcome.

It is living half a life
Accepting half love
Full-time;

My light,
Take me out of the dark

The courage within to say goodbye.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

I will kill you with a metaphor

I will kill you with a metaphor
My feelings censored
Behind beautiful words.

I dare not say it to your face
The euphemism 
When I am burning with anger.

Toying with the void
Here I concoct
The right expression;

My sweet weapon
Retort with an oxymoron.

Then nothing; no paradox or pun
I am even at a loss 
For a rhyme. 

For when our eyes meet
It is poetry I read,
Without a word
We say it all.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

I'm fine


I'm fine

When I am

I'm fine

When I am not

I'm fine

Whenever I am asked.


I am tormented

On the brink of madness

If I go through 

Yet another sleepless night

Whenever I am asked,

I'm fine.


We talk more

Smile and joke 

They are 

The wrong words.


I am worried

Ashamed of breaking

I am crying for help

I will say

I'm fine

Instead.


I'm fine

When I am

I'm fine 

When I am not

I'm fine

When I am everything but.


The biggest lie

The truth behind

Listen,

I am not.