Especially on gray days,
when the sky can only weep,
I feel your closeness
As the clouds shelter us
from all that has not yet happened
with a warm blanket into your arms
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 4:11 PM UTC
You didn't help to heal my scrapes
You made me start loving them
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
Words don't exist
Impressions may not discern
Mouths couldn't explain
Senses wouldn't believe
Minds can't ever think
Souls won't ever understand
How deep my love for you lives.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
For every time I was hurt,
there rolled a tear over my face
that flew into a poem
Poems of sadness and anger
Malaise and blankness
were attempts at filling
Now that a smile is the only
occurrence on my face,
There is nothing left to write about
And I am deeply glad about that.
I am where I need to be
I am where I'm loved
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
When there is no sadness to write about
No anger to be expressed
And all the emptiness is filled,
You know you're home
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
Singing birds on a walk
Scenting grass after rain
Purring cats when it's silent
Buzzing bees in the summer
Gentle sun rays through the forest
Unfolding flowers in the garden
Fluttering butterfly under a tree
Is what I feel when
I'm with you
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
Days become brighter
When your heart shows it's beauty
From inside.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC
Winter breaks slowly through
while th colours of the paintings change.
Some birds sing their last tune of the day
as I take another sip of lukwarm coffee.
Dust flies around and sun rays cross the hall
when I hear your voice die on the other end of the phone.
The wooden floor under my feet is slightly bent
due to the shuffle of people over the years.
Yet it was the sullen silence that made me realize that
even the memories are fading away.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
The heaviness of air
Pressed a little bit harder
On the hole in my chest
When I laid there,
Beaten speechless
By my own words
That were not yet cold
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Now that I mount back toward happiness,
I ask myself
Will it ever be the same again
Even these days I find myself
Writing words with tears on paper
I'm asking myself
Because you are still the surviver
Of more than one line
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC