The night's
only purpose
is thinking
But is thinking
the purpose
I serve?
They say
life is for living
but what
is living for?
When I look up
to the stars
looking up
to the endless sky
I realise
how small I am
and that
I need to fight
for the beauty
in this universe
against the
darkness in my
thoughts.
Creating is
what I can best
And that's
what is worth
living for

it’s 1 am
2 am
3 am
6
another night gone
another night
well spent
talking
listening
learning
growing
losing sleep
was worth it

i don’t fight
to be remembered
I fight
so no one else is being forgotten
and they live
to be themselves

in your eyes
i saw the stars
in your arms
i felt the warmth
of a perfect summer night

now in your eyes
i see the pain
in your arms
i feel the end
of a love yet to begin

i saw
your mother died
in the newspaper
and didn’t stop
to call

i saw
you graduated
in a post of yours
and didn’t stop
to text

i see
your life
in glimpses
and realise
you’re gone

i see
you're moving on
in life
and must admit
so am i

i think
of you
from time to time
but not enough
to call

i think
of us
from time to time
but not enough
to text

i know
our friendship
is all
but a ghost
of the past

i know
i loved you
with all
i had
in the past

it’s not the same
it’ll never be
you have you
i have me
separately

a voice
mocking me from afar
no, or is it from within?
How could i be so foolish?
allow myself to feel
what never could have been
a voice
bringing me down
making me kneel
oh please
“you thought this was real?”

do you see your face
between the lines?
do you recognise the person
i try to describe?
have you realised
that it’s all about you?
have you noticed
you’re bleeding through
my heart
onto the paper
into everything i write

I wish
I'd never known
peace
because I can't seem
to bear the chaos now

they don’t know.
they don’t know
who i am
how i write
the ways i’m hurting
they think they know
but all they know
is what i choose to share
what i choose to show
they don’t know me.
and they don’t care
enough to notice
they know nothing at all

i have done everything
you ever wanted of me,
done terrible acts
(you promised to be heroic)
lost friends
(you turned into enemies)
and in the end
i have lost everything
i ever wanted.
i wonder:
have i really done enough
to follow my dreams
or was i happy
following yours?

I daydream
even at night
of false hope
and love unreachable
I dream
of you
day and night

he was a hero
a soldier
protector of lands
or so we thought
he was a villain
a tyrant
destroyer of all
who’d been planning his downfall
from the very start
determined to fool us
to make us a part
of his twisted plans
his torturous acts
and we let him.
and we complied.
we were the heroes
the soldiers
protectors of land
but we became
the villains
the tyrants
the bad guys instead.

it’s moments like these
unexpected
where i don’t recognise myself
is this really me
on the dance floor
singing along?
is this really me
seeking conversations and
people all day long?
11 days
and plenty connections later
i feel like i learned more
than i could ever have taught
about myself

“i miss home”
i admit
face stained with tears,
i can’t recall
the place where i belong.
“i miss home”
i admit
voice laden with fear,
what if they
don’t know that i am gone?

oh how i wish
to not be seen
neither by you
nor by me

It's cold again
no people to hold
no one wants
to stay close

In the face
of darkness
none seem
to care

Solidarity forever
but only
for a short while

I don't want
to stay cold

And they came to me
and asked
"Is this
what you imagined?"
And I said
"Yes.
But only in my nightmares"

rose coloured petals
sunlight dancing joyously
a grassy field at peace
flowers blooming all around
music chiming gently
the touch of a friendly breeze,
that's what I see
when you look at me

your heaven
is my hell
my heaven
is your love

when nothing
lasts forever
was the second time
i fell

you.
you.
you.
it's all about you.
always about you.
every poem i write,
every song i like,
always you on my mind.

you did not make me
you did not break me
i am not like you.
i am everything
you never could
but late at night
i have to admit
i still am
everything i hated
about you
i am
my parents' child

and the father told the son
"you are more
than i could ever have become"

mutual affection
between people stronger
than
acquaintances

that’s what they call
the definition of friendship

but for me
that meaning
lies

in the shimmer of their eyes
whenever they are smiling

in helping each other out
when they are crying

my friends
are my family
are everything
I die for

my friends
like my family
are everything
I strive for

we wanted to grow up
oh how badly did we want
to grow up
to grow old
to be better.
if only someone had told us
that's not how it works.
we just grow old
things don't go better
and we'll just feel worse

it's this fear
this kind of dread
that things are bound
to go wrong.
cause it's been
going good
for way too long.
surely
it's about time
I take the misery
that everyone else has been feeling
and make it mine

I’m a romantic
hopelessly lost
in daydreams
and fantasies
of your hands
in mine
guiding me
through a field
of thoughts
I’m overthinking
what could have been
if I had said the words
but now I’m lost
being a romantic
hopelessly
all by myself

in another lifetime
we’d be sitting by the window
tea in hand
gazing
into each other’s eyes
in another lifetime
i’d be yours
and you’d be mine

i can thrive
all on my own
i can help others thrive
all on my own
i will not bow down
for others,
but you
oh you
i’d follow you
to the end of all worlds

My art
is not about me
but the images I speak,
about the pictures
I paint of the sea
or the many night skies
that you see
about the people
I described
and the words
that I've combined
and soon you'll find
that the meaning behind
my art
is not about me
but what you seek

I dream of you
sometimes
even though
I don't know
who you are.
My dream.
Are you out there
somewhere?

to love is to lose
but not before
you’ve gained
what you could never
dream of

late nights
cold walls
calming skies
all the stars
watching us
while we sit
and talk
about the secrets
in our hearts
and heavy thoughts
in our minds,
It’s comfort.
just you and me
and the stars we see

I live
to see
another day
I fight
for a chance
to live it

“aren’t crows meant to be bad luck?”
he overhears
one too many times
he feels a tugging
deep in his chest
and so away he flies
a bringer of misery
desperate to find
a blessing of his own

going going
never time
to stop
and rest

i must perform
i must oblige
i must keep going
and going

taking time off
to take my mind off
of all the things to do
as soon as time’s up

i have to function
so the guilt
of underperforming
doesn’t consume me

step by step
getting closer
steadily
slowly
until there's another step
and stepping stone
in my way

I thought Orpheus foolish
and lovingly blind,
unable to resist temptation-
until you were mine

Now I am Orpheus
determined and wild
to ensure your safety
even if it brings us demise

I can’t bear to lose
I can’t help but look

have you ever tried it?
being yourself?
have you ever lived
with other people’s shame?
because they don’t understand
they don’t want to know
so they drag you
drag you
drag you
down.
but you cannot stop
being yourself
please.
it’s their shame
not ours

“these are classics”
he tells me
but i can barely listen,
focused on his voice
his eyes
his heart
his kindness
i do not need
to go to heaven
i have already
seen it all
down here
with you

Maybe
instead of falling apart
we should try
tearing apart
this world
and set fire
to the ones
that burnt us

i started wearing it again
your ring
your love
and it still felt as natural
as the day you gave it to me
your ring
your love
i miss it now
i miss you now
your love
your ring

star glazed mountains
whisper in the dark
tell me all your secrets
guide me down this path
star glazed mountains
whisper in my ear
do not stop looking
the light you seek is near

“You really don’t have to do that”
oh but i do
for all my existence has become
is just about you

what does creativity
mean?
is it pulling words
out of the air
and forming them
into rhyming pairs
or is it taking
what's inside my mind
and carefully placing it
for the world
to see?

let me love you
like the moon loves the sun:
addicting
like the rain loves the clouds:
fitting
like the light loves the darkness:
contradicting
let me love you
in the light of the moon
and when the sun shines bright
let me love you
when it’s raining
and there are clouds in the sky
let me love you
in all your goodness
and the darkness too
let me love you
like i love you