It seems I can only write poetry
Whenever I'm sad to the bone
Addicted to the melancholy
Guts spilled out on paper
Inner core filled with regret
Insomnia, staying up later
Shivers down my spine
Feeling weak and numb
Drowning in my wine

The universe keeps turning, but
where do we actually  go?

Let's dance the night away and
promise me you will love me
anyway

We walked together across the empty hallway with the bright morning light smashing through the windows. I grabbed him by the hand and suddenly I forgot about all the wrong paths life was leading me and for that moment everything felt right on Earth. I wouldn’t change a single thing about that day, though I was aware that was a selfish thought. But then again, why did I have to feel guilty about being happy? He was like a breath of fresh air on my lungs, like a feeling I could never get enough. He made all of the world's craziness seem bearable as long as he was beside me, and for the first time in my life I dared to let myself drown by that overwhelming thing that everyone's always talking about.

empty spaces are
something to be avoided, but
not completely filled

our encounter
so real
I did not know
how to let
you go

away from the populars
that lint a blanket
for us, due
predestined love

you as yourself
I like me
together intimately
blossoming

battered

Sometimes I feel like
life is just passing by
me, and the world is
just turning, spinning
no matter what I do
I can't keep up with
you

Down I lay, under the apple tree
The blossoms are  slowly
Falling down, being crushed
Just like my love

The common cold
takes part of me,
turn your head
and see that love is
a turbulent sea,
Are you scared of
swimming with me?

Flowers bloom quietly-
The first sign of spring
Sticks politely
Her head around
the corner
Keep your eyes
closed, but your
heart open

*WANDER

Gray-faced eyes are burnt out
and our flames are gone so I
am resting my heart.
Frozen hearts grow colder
with every touch and like
icebergs we are drifting
apart.

I thought I saw you standing
at the end of the street.
I began to run, but suddenly
stopped to see,
I had been imagining things,
again.
Inhale, exhale, as calm as I can.
I close my eyes as I take
breaths in, deep.
You run through my mind and
now everything seems complete.
I open my eyes, but you're still not
there and I am still staring
at somebody else.

Blurred vision -
He keeps
asking me why.
Can't see the
panic in my eye.
I'm trying to feel
something, but
it's so tiring
because I forgot
that it's not
possible to let
go of your
love.

We could have
parted seas, but
I chose to dive in,
headfirst and now
the waves keep
coming,
crashing,
over and over.
We're buried
in cold water.

At 3 am I wrote you
a letter, because I
craved you so hard.
Ironically you did
the same, but
only to say I am
too complicated to
be loved.

Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy

I kissed a boy
I had no feelings for
so I could see
how you can betray
someone you love.
He made me forget
about my pain and
showed me heaven
like I could never have
dreamed of.

Summer rain
gently falling
on shoulders
unable to carry
the burdens you create
as you explain
why you can't love me.
The summer rain
dries quickly
on the dirt road
you drive away on -
leaving me
in your dust.

It's strange to think
everything is gone.
The quick kisses, your
blush after we'd made love.
You never thought
I'd find out about you.
But I caught you
in the act, so there is
no going back.
Can you hear the pain
in my voice?
How can you expect me
to believe we could
ever be the same?

Was it worth it?
*Was she worth this?

I light up a cigarette
and put it between my
red painted lips.
Feel you pounding
between my hips.
I try, but fail to fight
this feeling of lust.
You said girls
like me should come
in a better state.
I guess you're
right, but  ***
is my passion, and
I smile-
your final breath is now
my possession.

That one night I
silently counted
the paving
stones as I
kept walking
the trottoir.
Hands in
pockets, breath
leaving
my mouth in
small clouds.
It's cold, but
I have nowhere
to go, because
the lighthouse
is lonely
and the view is
so tiring.

At the ceiling
I stare
as the first
sunlight lights
up our bare
bodies in
the hotel room
Never so sincere
you were,
Even more
flawless than you
have ever been
As I turn around
I take a
deep breath  in
and softly stroke
your marred skin

By the crackling fire I sat
when I remembered
your hollow words
and how you extinguished
my little flame.
I wanted to scream
what about us-
but all I did
was keep quiet
as I watched the last spark
fade away.

In a night so black
as ash, fingers of white marble climb
up in circles
along the edge of the bed.
The legs do not only carry body,
but also silver sparks of light where
hands are touching skin
and where the dark is enjoined to a second place.
Life will find new forms here -
Castings pain, sorrow. But also a joy
- molded in the color of copper -
is slowly getting contour.