The heartbroken witch
gazed at the flickering flame,
unable to take her eyes
off the candle slowly weakening.
‚And when you die‘
she whispered
‚Take my feelings for him
with you.‘
It did.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 5:12 PM UTC
She used to be a cloud
stretched endlessly
aimlessly
so the people below
would never know the sun.
Every now and then
she mustered up the strength
to rain.
Silent tears
slipped from her
incorporeal eyes.
And the people below
bowed their heads.
And only spoke of the sun
in legends and whispers.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:47 AM UTC
Our shared moments
have the life span
of a lit cigarette,
But for the very first time
I don‘t grieve for the ember,
that will never spark a flame.
We were never meant to be a forest fire.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC
She travels like the rain,
never stays long
in the same place,
drips on ***** sidewalks
and hums a rhythm
on your window.
And she speaks like the wind
and she sings with the leaves
dying on the trees.
You wouldn’t catch her
if you tried.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
'I'm a good lover
but not a good boyfriend
and I wouldn't want to drag you down
with what I'm going through
right now.
That's why I'm so careful around you.
(...)'
I forgot the rest.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
You will never read this,
never know these words exist
and that's exactly why
I wanted to tell you
right here that
I cried for you.
Last night, walking
through a pitch dark park
past other lonely souls,
tear after tear
I cried.
Because I felt
so
helpless.
Because I wanted to
fall back in your arms
but knew
I never ever
could
again.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
honey-hued hopes
and stardust specked dreams,
a sea of gray shapes
inked solely by midnight blue magick
and pine needle green fear.
Emotions have colours
and so do my lies,
hand me some scissors
I'd like to cut through these ties.
Just as spilled sunrises
the winds are always tinted
in pale morning light.
They talk to me
as if dawn has yet to come
and fragments of an indigo future
are hiding in slumbering flowers.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
it's late
(as always)
and I hear voices
voices in the trees
in the ever moving tides
and the star-specked skies.
they blur with the howling wind
or maybe they whisper in secrets
on purpose
to avoid lonely ears
such as mine.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
we haven't been in love yet.
we haven't been in love
yet I wish time
would spin for me
not against,
like a merry-go-round,
round and round it spins
until I'm in your arms.
and butterflies are finally
hatching inside my belly.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
as I drive by
yellow fields
shimmering
in all of sun's
splendour
and the wonderful
flowery scent
of May
hits me
I cannot help but
wonder
how I could ever
be sad between
all of this.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC