texts, written thoughts

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 but more about trying to make people feel. The author is not always talking about personal experiences or their own life. Its more about thinking yourself into other peoples hearts. People that probably don’t even exist. Its about telling stories you didn’t experience but that take part in your imagination. Where every heart can be broken but also every love story can end happily ever after. Its a land without rules, without boundaries. Where one can simply dwell in this mass of emotions and untold stories. Grasping bits and pieces of your imagination and putting them together until eventually you create not only a character but a world, an urge to know how what will happen and the feeling that what is written on the page is real, that is what writing is all about.

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Come back to me

Where are you? Are you gone for good?

I can’t seem to find you in those empty eyes.

I seek for you in them. I seek for you in every word you say, every thought you share.

But I can not seem to find you.

Where are you? Who is this new person I am talking to?

Where are you?

The you I once knew, the you I once loved, the you I lost my heart to.

I can not find it anymore. You hid it well behind those bars of fear.

I wish you would come back to me. I wish you would help me see that you are still there,

somewhere

inside that coffin of your soul.

Don’t bury yourself.

Come back to me – breath again

I am still here – live again.

I am still waiting – love again.

I am still in love with you.

I beg you.

Come back to me.

 

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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 triggers a loss of horrific extent: We lose the things that can’t be defined. If what can’t be told in words is not of worth then society has no worth at all.

An acceptance has to start growing that there are things between heaven and earth, feelings, moments, emotions – that can not be simply defined, that can not be put into words and that can not be found in a dictionary.

Some things simply are what they are, you have to experience them yourself in order to understand what they truly mean.

The most important things in life are not defined in dictionarys, they grow their meaning and their significance in the hearts of those who are brave enough to close the books – and feel.

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Back again!

Soo… I’ve been silent for quite some time now but I am back again! Because:

My final exams are over – and I couldn’t be more happy!

School has kept me crazy busy and I am so happy I finally have some free time again. To read, get inspired and especially: to write!

I am beyond thankful for this achievement and so happy to be back in poetry!

Thanks to all those of you who are still such loyal readers although I’ve been absent for a while, you guys are the best!

Lots of Love,

Anna

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