goodbye over coffee

„Are you even listening?“ She stares at me. Face blank. Emotions all carefully hidden behind excessively massive walls of hypocrisy and resentment. „Your coffee is getting cold“ An almost meaningless sentence. I stare at my untouched mug. „Won’t you even speak to me?“ It is cold. The foam on it had almost faded. The coffee …

a garden of changed destiny

Every raindrop is falling hundreds of miles with the only destiny to be shattered on cold, solid ground. Every  raindrop resembling a tear that was never cried, a cry that was never heard and a story that remains untold. That is unless someone decides to collect those forgotten souls and gathers them. Turns their destiny …

brave enough to feel

Society has a name for everything. Dictionary upon dictionary full of terms defining other terms explaining what exactly something is or means. There is a never ending craving for definitions and regulations, for statistics and rules for how something is supposed to be or what a certain word has to mean. And through this, society …

my first love

when the first beams of sunshine kiss the facade of grey buildings with a promise of new hope when the first birds lift up their cheers and sing you their morningsongs when the dooming black of the night sky cracks into an open ocean of lifegiving blue it's here, that I find you it's here, …

Tell me you love me

Tell me you love me Yell it through the valleys Proclaim it with every step Whisper it with every embrace Leave the taste of it on my lips Let me read it in your eyes Tell me you love me.

Paradise

You are my paradise. Your touch is pure delight. Your voice in my ears is like spring rain colliding with soft skin. Your hands running through my hair feel like sunset at the seashore and bonfire glory. Your sent is like a fresh breeze in the summer heat. Your presence fills me with such rejoicing …

Praise

Praise shall be the air I breath Praise shall be my heartbeat Praise shall always be in my lips Praise shall be my anchor And the Wind in my sails Praise.

Past lives

We've all been through something We've all fought our battles We are the survivors of our past lives

infinite whispers

Sometimes I just sit somewhere and suddenly I feel like I am glued to that exact spot. Everything in me starts to scream. I feel like I need to get out, to go for a walk just to run away. My lungs demand a breath of fresh air, air that is not caged by walls …

Tell me something I don’t know

Tell me something I don't know. Tell me that love feels like summer rain kissing soft skin Tell me that kissing feels like touching someones bare soul Tell me how a soul can be bare when its always carried within Tell me where is the ocean that is the origin of my tears Tell me …

Writing

When I write it feels like a flood of emotions running through me. Not emotions of my own but emotions of the character that is being created, the heart that forms on the paper. A heart sometimes created just to be broken. Writing is not about what the writer feels or what they live through …