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May 17 · 105
/one of those
Laura May 17
It was one of those nights,
that you can't quite wrap your head around.
there are no words, that could really describe
the atmosphere inside the room.
Looking around, it was like pure magic.

Reminding me of a cold winter day,
where you just don't leave the house.
Like sipping a hot cup of tea, while
sitting on the couch, all wrapped up in a blanket
and watching the snow falling outside.

It was like a late summer day,
when the leaves on the trees are turning
orange and yellow already and starting to fall off,
while the last summer breeze is brushing
over your skin while you're on a long walk.

It was like meeting an old friend
you used to be close to years ago
but somehow you two got out of touch
Like being pulled into a warm and
seemingly endless hug by them.
May 17 · 139
/how
Laura May 17
Do you remember how we used to never run out of things to talk about?
How even the most ordinary stuff that happened was utterly interesting?
How you were the first person I wanted to tell everything?
Tell me, how did you fill that void?
How did you just replace me?
May 10 · 128
/questioning
Laura May 10
why couldn't you simply tell me,
that everything's alright, with you and your life?  
why couldn't you just lie to me,
like you've so easily done before?

why did you have to confess,
how thing's didn't get any better after you left?
how you're still miserable and
confused and alone.

why did you have to say all this,
as if you never stopped telling me.
and why, why couldn't you just make me believe,
that at least one of us is happy now?
May 10 · 152
/simplicity
Laura May 10
'How would you describe him?', he asked her.
'Well, i don't really know', she said, her gaze moving into the distance, 'with him it's simple. He doesn't worry that much and that makes my sorrows fade as well.'
May 9 · 150
/bonds of time
Laura May 9
and I picture us,
sitting in old garden chairs on a mild summer night.
My feet on your lap, a glass of wine in my hand
and the sun slowly setting beneath the trees.
You, telling stories of old days,
of all the times we've been through together
and all the memories we've made, the good and the bad.
Me, a smile playing around the corners of my mouth,
as I remember us dancing to our favourite songs
and singing along at the top of our lungs.
Looking back now it seems so inevitable,
that after all these years we're still sitting here,
cherishing the strong bond that's our friendship.
Apr 15 · 140
/a question
Laura Apr 15
when did your dreams get
buried underneath all this
fear and doubt?
and what are you doing
to bring them back
to the surface?
Apr 11 · 286
/perception
Laura Apr 11
It seemed like she was playing with fire, on the verge to be burned.
But dear, if you would've stepped closer you might've seen how she was dancing in the flames.
Mar 25 · 150
/bittersweet
Laura Mar 25
there's a cold feeling
on my skin
in all the places
your touch once
left burning marks
of heating desire
Mar 24 · 177
/note
Laura Mar 24
Found a picture of you
I took a long time ago.
Never told you that  
but I once liked it best.
Mar 23 · 259
/night sky
Laura Mar 23
wide awake he stood
in the darkest of nights
with no one around him.
looking at the stars and the moon
shining down upon his head.

there was a calmness
filling every part of his body,
a feeling that nothing mattered.
nothing but the this moment and
the clear night sky right above.
Mar 22 · 60
/out of breath
Laura Mar 22
thoughts are following me
through my mind
going round and round
running up and down
endless races
me against them

tried to outrun them  
tried to slip away
around the next corner
thought I could hide
just to catch my breath
but they're waiting again
Feb 11 · 143
/random thoughts
Laura Feb 11
lately I tend to wonder,
what's been on your mind.
how you think about
the last time we saw each other
and whether you think
about it at all .
Feb 7 · 356
/cleansing
Laura Feb 7
breathing out
what my lungs
have held for
far too long.
endless pressure
leaving my body,
creating space
for a fresh start.
Jan 9 · 211
/from the outside
Laura Jan 9
And in that moment,
when everything felt alright,
she asked herself,
how it must seem for
a stranger passing by,
seeing all of them together,
dancing the night away.
If in that moment,
he would feel it,
the energy that seemed
to connect all of them,
if he'd feel as happy
as she felt right there.
Jan 9 · 84
/gaze
Laura Jan 9
the art
of eye contact.
such a simple
yet effective way,
to reveal to others
how you really feel.
Jan 4 · 111
/at night
Laura Jan 4
I’m lying awake, trying to escape the demons
Who keep coming back to me each night in my dreams.
Ugly creatures in disguise chasing after me,
whispering lies and stories of what could have been.

I’m running from sweet tales of sun and happiness
With laughter and warmth and you by my side.
Reliving all of those untroubled days where
I never thought of such a sudden goodbye.

I’m searching for comfort in the darkness around me,
Looking for anything that could divert my thoughts.
Trying to silence all those blaming voices which
Tell me it’s my fault and I’ve messed it up again.
Jan 3 · 109
/empathy
Laura Jan 3
and then you told me, about how miserable you really are.
How could you expect me to not care anymore?
Jan 3 · 159
/kitchen table
Laura Jan 3
they were sitting in the kitchen,
just the two of them,
sipping calmly on a cup of tea.
it was peppermint,
her favorite.
looking back at it now,
it seems quite unreal.
how back then
he knew that peppermint
was her favorite.
and she knew,
that he didn't really
like tea at all.
Jan 2 · 327
/that person
Laura Jan 2
And I never wanted you to become that person.
The one I'm lying to, just because it's easier than telling the truth.
Jan 1 · 84
/arriving
Laura Jan 1
Those words, dripping from your lips,
sweet whispers, telling stories
of you and me, conquering the world,
together, side by side.

Tales of dreams and bright futures  
and never-ending summer days,
bringing warmth and happiness,
even on the coldest days of winter.

Listening to you, creating this world
just for the two of us to live in  
makes me feel like I'm home
at last, for the first time in so long.
Dec 2019 · 83
/from time to time
Laura Dec 2019
from time to time she wondered
how this could be the end
if there had never been a real goodbye,
how he could not turn around
if there was still so much left unsaid,
and if the thought of her crossed his mind
from time to time as well.
Nov 2019 · 111
/again (and again)
Laura Nov 2019
Catching a glimpse of
hope, of future, of something new,
being excited all over again.

Going on new adventures with
strangers, or old friends,
(re)discovering the known and unknown.
  
Speaking the truth about
what I want and what I don't,
throwing my heart out there all over again.

Letting go of all the
hurt, the what-ifs and what could go wrong
Taking risks and starting over.

Being curious, once more, for there’s
far too much to discover
out there, in this world.

And even though some of
these things could go wrong
I'd try again and again and again.
Nov 2019 · 99
/inside
Laura Nov 2019
be aware, little girl,
that you're so much more,
than just a body.
even if some people are trying
to tell you otherwise.

There are things inside you,
whole worlds and galaxies within,
nobody else has seen before.
Just believe me that those,
those are your real powers.

All the things that you've been through
and all that is there to come,
is so much more than your body.
So go on, little girl,
get lost in what's within you.

Do me a favor, and try
to make a home out of your body,
not a war zone.
For there are enough people yet,
you need to fight against.

So, if you're to promise me one thing, let it be this: Fight those who do you wrong, fight them with what you've got. But please, don't fight against yourself, too.
Nov 2019 · 294
/the last time
Laura Nov 2019
If you'd known the last time you saw me,
that we were close to the end,
would you have held me a bit tighter?
Apr 2019 · 270
/can you tell me
Laura Apr 2019
why does it feel,
as if you don't
want me to go,
when staying
was never even
my choice
to make?
Apr 2019 · 311
/where to?
Laura Apr 2019
which way to go,
when there's
no right or wrong,
no yes or no,
no easy or hard,
no clue where to turn?
Each part we take
could be wrong.
But what if, for once,
it turns out to be right?
Apr 2019 · 864
/no more words
Laura Apr 2019
we talked until
there were no words
to say.
but not in
a bad way
just in calm silence.
since there were
things that I
couldn't put into words
and doors that you
couldn't open for me
just yet.
Apr 2019 · 775
/no strings attached
Laura Apr 2019
Just bodies, no feelings.
mechanically touching
each other like robots.
In the heat of the moment.

What's that? A feeling?
No. There's no feelings here.
Just two people desperately trying
to escape everything for a while.
Apr 2019 · 455
/side note
Laura Apr 2019
and I just want you to know:
I'm not gonna walk away,
if you don't want me to.
If you want me to,
I'm gonna make myself a home.
Apr 2019 · 164
/from within
Laura Apr 2019
Light a candle
and just put it
inside your heart.

Let that light shine
brighter and brighter
from within.

For there are people
out in the dark
who are lost.

Let those people
find their way
into your heart.

Just be their guiding light.
Apr 2019 · 118
/a concept
Laura Apr 2019
Time: such a mysterious concept.

Some day, time flies by,
hours feel like minutes,
time is running away
and one can't keep up.

Other days it feels like,
it's been hours when
in reality just a few minutes
have passed.

and then there are
those special moments, when,
just for a heartbeat,
time seems to stop.

But then it continuous,
and the world moves on,
as if nothing has happened
and we need to go along.
Apr 2019 · 107
/my thing
Laura Apr 2019
'and what's your thing?', she asked. I immediately knew, what she wanted to talk about.
'Well', I sighted, 'you know, sometimes I feel a lot. But that doesn't really matter, if there's someone else, who needs me. It's just that their well-being is more important to me than my own, you know?'
There was this pity in her eyes. 'I'm sorry', was all she could say.
'Don't be', I said, 'there are others, who feel a lot worse'.
Apr 2019 · 851
/traces
Laura Apr 2019
Time is turning my skin
Into a wild place
With burning red flames all around.

Deep laughter lines,
Like canyons and mountains,
Carved into my skin.

Thousands of freckles
Drawing the map of
Who I am.

Tales of sunshine and rain
And long summer nights
Written upon me.

In between scars and bruises
Telling stories about all
The battles I’ve lost and won.
Apr 2019 · 1.7k
/closeness
Laura Apr 2019
Come here
and hold my hand
just a bit longer.

Come here
and keep me inside
your warm embrace.

Come here
and share with me
just one more kiss.

Cause when you're here
there's calmness
inside my restless mind.

Cause when you're here
this endless tension
finds its release.

So come here
and stay a little longer
and maybe you'll feel it too
Apr 2019 · 147
/pretend
Laura Apr 2019
That's what we're doing
from day to day.
Pretending to not care,
even though we actually do.
Pretending that we're not afraid
even though deep inside we are shaking.
Pretending like we're all alright,
even though some days we just break.
But when we look into each others eyes,
we seem to recognize our own lies.
See our own burdens within one another,
knowing that somehow we're not alone.
Jan 2019 · 153
/driver's seat
Laura Jan 2019
late nights,
driving around
in my parents car,
all alone.

no one to talk to,
music's playing loud.
just me and my thoughts
and nobody around.

it's somehow calming
just by myself
just the stars and the moon
and the car underneath.

without destination,
only darkness around,
just driving and driving
with nowhere to be.
Dec 2018 · 320
/unterhaltung
Laura Dec 2018
Aber all das war kein richtig lebendiges Gespräch.
Sie redeten zwar weiter, aber so wie Leute,
die es nicht schaffen, sich wirklich wichtige
oder berührende Dinge zu sagen,
sondern die zueinander bloß nett sein wollen.
Dec 2018 · 181
/above the clouds
Laura Dec 2018
way above the clouds
as the sky starts turning
into intensive colours
not possible to be captured.

burning red is the horizon
as if you're looking
into the glowing embers
of a dying fireplace.

dozens of different
shades of blue
with just a line of clouds
parting it from the fire.

it's a battle of fire and water
in the middle of the air
with the earth underneath
and me watching speechless.
Dec 2018 · 134
/wandering thoughts
Laura Dec 2018
Midnight thoughts of troubled minds
Wandering around the city.
Through empty streets, up lonely hills
So silent yet they’re screaming.
Each one is walking by themselves
But somehow they’re together.

My mind walks with them, up and down,
Through memories and what-ifs.
With old friends and lost reveries
Visiting familiar places.
No one will find me hiding there
amongst all things I left behind.
Dec 2018 · 159
/back to reality
Laura Dec 2018
And for a moment we got lost.
Lost in dreams and lost in wishes,
Lost in space and lost in time.
We got lost in each other,
In the endless possibilities there are
And what we could be.

But we had to get back.
Leave utopia behind and
Start being realistic again.
Face the odds and realize
That it's nice to dream for a while
But the further you go
The harder it is to come back.
Dec 2018 · 146
/fading
Laura Dec 2018
There are so many things you don’t know,
so many things I wanted to tell you but never did.
There are so many words I wanted to say to you
even after we parted. But not anymore.

Where there were words left unsaid,
there is silence.
A silence so calming and pleasant
I almost forget what’s been there before.
Dec 2018 · 143
/losing control
Laura Dec 2018
I’m spinning around. Faster and faster everything’s passing by. Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I’m from. Not seeing anything but a sea of colours.
I’m spinning around and I start to feel giddy.
Dec 2018 · 145
/?
Laura Dec 2018
/?
Did we rush into this thing too fast? Did we make our moves too quickly?
Dec 2018 · 199
/a kind of silence
Laura Dec 2018
what does it mean, being speechless?

It means that there are things that you feel, that you see, that you experience, for which you can’t seem to find words in your language.
It means a desperate search for a word which maybe doesn’t even exist.
It means not being able to say anything at all, because nothing would be enough.
Sometimes, being speechless even means having the urge to say something, anything at all, but not saying a single word.
Dec 2018 · 259
/and so it began
Laura Dec 2018
At the end of this day I looked back and smiled.
I thought of you and I felt proud of myself.
It was the first time I thought of you today.
All those hours before I’ve been happy.
Without a single moment of thinking about you.

(And so the healing began.)
Dec 2018 · 172
/passion
Laura Dec 2018
The music starts and I can’t stop it,
The melody runs through my veins.
The rhythm like my second pulse feels,
My heart, the beat, they are the same.

The lyrics like my soul’s the author,
The voices filling all my cells.
The movement bursts up to the surface,
My body doing just what’s right.

The energy flows through my body,
The feelings dancing straight along.
The music stops, the song is over,
My passion still continues on.
Dec 2018 · 145
/what I know now
Laura Dec 2018
We both knew we were good for each other.
Or at least we both wanted it so badly. That’s the reason we didn’t see it. Didn’t realize that all the promises were too far to reach.
That those plans could never become reality.
That illusion was taking the place of action.
That soon enough the real distance between us started to match the distance of our hearts.
Dec 2018 · 242
/trusting in failure
Laura Dec 2018
With you I’m not afraid of being brave.
Because even though I might fail,
I know you’ll be there to catch me.
Dec 2018 · 162
/another chance
Laura Dec 2018
If you had the chance to kiss me once more,
Would you pull me close?
If you had the chance, to feel our fingers intertwined one last time,
Would you take my hand?
And if you had the chance, to go back to the night, when it all starte,d
Would you do it all over again?

(I guess I’ll never know)
Dec 2018 · 127
/walls
Laura Dec 2018
I’m building walls around myself.
Carefully putting up stone after stone
until I’m shielded from the world outside.
Stuffing the holes and gaps with whatever I can find,
not letting anything come too close to me.
Not letting myself feel anything.
Not caring about anything at all.

But there’s a part of me, who wants to smash it.
Who wants to tear the wall down, stone by stone
until the blood is dripping down my hands.
Standing on top of the ruins at last,
screaming from the top of my lungs.
Feeling everything all at once.
Letting everything out I’ve been hiding for so long.
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