people tease me about
being a coffee addict

and i do drink coffee like
a crazy person or
like an alcoholic
drinks alcohol

but you see
i am not in fact
addicted to coffee;

the smell of coffee
reminds me of you
and i have indeed become
addicted to you

Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again

at times i find it hard
to reach within ones deepest places
one does not know
what things
what thoughts
what memories
lie within ones deepest corners of self being.
i chose to hide from my self,
i chose to run from my self,
i find it easier avoiding these things,
if i could say so
then going forth,
and facing them
i find it easier not thinking
about these memories,
thoughts
but i fear a day will come
that they will burst out
that one day
they will conquer me,
have the better of me
its confusing, unexplainable
i keep thinking for hours.. days..
at times i cant find the right words,
at times i feel lost,
at times not even poetry helps,
i would just rather drown my self in a pond of self pity and regret,
and rather just be over it,
finish this
weak excuse of a so called life,
or existence
or whatever gives us reason
to wake up another morning

Finding you're not here,
and within a second all those memories are fading,
I wished they wouldn't

It seems you were mine only for a dream
While fate plays her cruel cards
Sending my way a broken heart

Finding you're no longer here, in a most unlikely way
Seeing a piece of me, a piece of you gone

Fate playing her cruel game
as I loved you to death
You were mine only for a dream

There's a forest
inside her
as thick as
the night
and no-one
to guide her
and no
guiding light
no-one
to remind her
that just
out of sight
is a path
she could make
of her own
so she waits
and she ages
like stone...

Love
Amour
Liebe
Amor
àiqíng
Ngoi
Amore
Hubb
Amor
Diligite
I just said, I hope, the word for love in 10 different lanuages.
If that doesn't send a global message I don't know what will.

The faded dreams roll in with the darkness

Like a whisper in the night

Transported to another time, another you

Surrounded by those who used to love you

By those you will always love

Heartbreak and odium upon awakening

Lost in the midst of then and now

Knowing what was meant to be is

Mourning all that wasn't

Preoccupied with the past, days seem heavy

Ridiculous waste of resources

Yet, it ebbs and flows like the tides

Creeping in, unwanted and unwelcome

Thankful always for innocent mistakes

Grateful that no one can read your mind

Missing bits of who you were

While trying to love who you grew into