poetry, written thoughts

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 why does shedding water out of closed eyes make heavy hearts easier to bear

Tell me how can ones heart be heavier now than before when it never changes its anatomy

Tell me what makes lies so easy to believe and what lies beyond the horizon of broken dreams

Tell me what makes the moon shine though he has no brightness of its own

Tell me what moves the clouds across the sky and what makes us think the sky is the limit when we know it is endlessly high

Tell me something I don’t know.

Just tell me.

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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,


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.



How far is far enough

He told her to go, to stay away, to leave him alone.

So she did. Haunted by this mystery she could not solve:

How far was far enough?

Where did he want her to go, where did he want her to stay.

Because as far as she could tell there were worlds between them, galaxies even, but her heart was still with him, her thoughts still chasing after him and her mind still full of those old pictures, the memory of his touch and the sound of his laugh.

By time she came to grasp the outline of what was the inevitable truth:

In her case, there was no far enough. No distance wide enough that could ever stop her from seeing him in strangers walking by, hearing him in the songs that play on the radio and feeling his touch in the winds soft kiss on her cheek.

For love does not stay within borders. It has the abilty to cross every boundary, overcome every distance and ignore every limitation.

Its what makes it so beautiful but also what makes it so painful.

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Everyone craves company

No one wants to be alone.

No one wants to spend an eternity simply accompanied by oneself.

Everyone craves company.

We desire alliances with others.

It’s our nature.

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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.

texts, written thoughts

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,


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Writing slumps

It happened: Everything was just fine and then boom there it was – my writing slump.

I knew this could happen to the reading part of me, but to the writing part? I didn’t know that. I suddenly felt like I ran out of things to write about. Like every time I started to write something it would just be nonsense, unimportant or simply not authentic. So I thought I would just give it a break and sooner or later it will all go back to normal. Here I am four weeks later and it’s still the same. But here I am: writing.

I came to the realization, that next to all the things that are going on in our lives, it is easy to cut of the things that we do just for fun, the things we do by choice. When life happens, those things are left out and its hard to include them in your daily life again once they have been excluded. So here I am writing. Still not entirely inspired but I made a choice: I chose to write even if I don’t feel like it. Because I realized: if I don’t write I’m ignoring a piece of who I am and what makes me happy.

So to who ever is reading this right now, who can relate – here is my message:

Do what you love and what you’re good at, even if you don’t feel like it, because it makes you who you are! And don’t worry, I’m pretty sure it happens to all of us!