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If only..
There was a love out there
a love so strong that it could
save people from dying
and take all the pain away

If only..
There was a happiness out there
a happiness so strong that it could
save your soul from turning dark
and take all the sadness away

If only..
There was a hope out there
a hope so strong that it could
make you realize that you are loved
and take all the hate away

If only..
There was a world out there
full of love, happiness and hope
a love that would keep you from leaving tonight
and convince you to stay and keep up the fight

(
l.p*)
I got lost in the ocean
I got lost in its powerful wave
I got lost in how it filled up my deepest concave

I fell in love with the ocean
I fell in love with its cosy sound
I fell in love with how it seemed to heal my wound

I found peace in the ocean
I found peace in the water so clear
I found peace in  the way it whispered lullabies in my ear


(l.p)
I guess you'll never know
how it felt to let you go
how it felt to leave you alone
when you should live with us at home

I guess you'll never know
how I think of you everyday
how I miss you with every inch of my heart
how it feels to not know
whether you're happy or falling apart

I guess you'll never know
me
him
or the rest of your family
I guess we'll never know
you
them
or the rest of your new family

(l.p)
Might be a poem about adoption. Something I usually don't write about, talk about or think about. I usually just keep it close to myself and hide inside of me.
I'll wait for you 'till the ashes hits the ground
'till I won't be able to make a sound

I'll wait for you with the gun against my head
'till I'm standing alone to face my death

I'll wait for you with the knife against my skin
'till the knife cuts so deep that it makes my head spin

I'll wait for you with the noose around my neck
'till it gets tighter and turns me into a wreck

I'll wait for you in the death of night
'till I've given up and lost the fight
I'll wait for you until the day
I take my own life

(l.p)
Sometimes love gets so dark and dangerous..
I met a man with
a sadness deeper
than the bottom of his
heart
-

(l.p)
I met a woman with thoughts so loud
that they killed the silence
and became a crowd

I met a woman with a complicated mind
that left her alone wondering
if she had left herself behind

I met a woman with a soul so frail
that she didn't share it with anyone
so she turned out to be a mysterious tale

I met a woman with words so strong
that whatever she said to you
you knew it wasn't wrong

I met a woman with a heart so good
she didn't share it with many people
but when she shared it with me I understood
that she liked me all along.

(l.p)
This poem is written about my earlier science teacher. She really was a special woman - she only opened up for a few people, and I feel blessed that I was one of them. She really was a lovely woman even though she could be a little too tough sometimes - but that is just her. She has a rather special mind, 'cause I sense that she's sad and confused most of the time - but she never talks to anyone. I know it's a strange thing to realize when it was my teacher.. but I cared for her. And I still care for her.
Time exists
only to clear out
our footprints
as we search
for a hand
to hold.

(l.p)
It
It
And then it came rushing over her
The fascination and fear of the unknown; of it
when she thought about it

she wanted so much much to explore every inch of it, study its mind and get lost in the staggering thought of being with *it
Her head was swimming just by the thought of it. But the idea of something, anything, can be poisonous. Just like it.
I guess my heart is busy
wasting energy on missing you, so
after all this time I can't stop wondering
if I'll ever let you go.."

(
l.p*)
Lately I've been missing you so much... Well, I guess I miss the presence of you, as I always tend to do. Everything used to be so joyful whenever you were around.. And whenever I felt alone, it felt like you were always there.. But now you're gone. And you've been gone for a while. But I feel like there's something inside of me, that won't let you go. Not yet.
Eyes are watching
but the don't see
igorant is everything
we'll ever be

Blood is floating
through our veins
freedom rings
but we're still in chains

Hearts are beating
our hearts are as one
but we're living in our own caves
underneath the sun

The air we breathe
only leaves us to die
our lives starts with hellos
and continues with goodbyes
Listen to your heart
is probably the hardest
advice to go through with
I bet most of the people
in this world
have never heard
the voice of their own hearts*


(l.p)
So I know there's a lot of people out there trying to figure out where their love truly lies, or trying to depend their choices on what their heart tells them - and it doesn't even get to say it out loud, because we're too busy trying to belong in the crowd, afraid to stand out from the crowd.. Maybe that's what the heart wants. To do something out of truth instead of covering up something fragile..
For what is life if you're living it
depending your love
on other people's opinion?
How do  you learn to love yourself?

What is life if you're living it
beating yourself up
for not being able to do what other people do
even though you've never been able to do so
How do you learn to live with yourself?

What is life if you're living it
constantly comparing yourself to other people
deciding that you're the bottom of the pyramid
without realising that your life is okay
How do you learn to appreciate what you've got?

For what is life..
If you're haunted by the past
haunted by the ghosts of your own soul
unable to break free
because you never ask for help?

You think it's weak to ask for help
But I'll tell you one thing:
you're the weak one
-
Life isn't easy if you
won't let yourself
be happy
For you, mom.
Her soul was like a mirror
with no reflection
the purpose of existing
was lost in the shadows
of her soul

Her eyes were like a rainstorm
drops would continue to fall
sometimes she would be like rain
a deluge of liquid pain
(overwhelming every part of her)

I wish I could give her a mirror
and eyes that make her see,
that even though she's hurting now
there's so much more she can be

(
l.p*)
"I remember it hurt looking at her hurt" quote from one of the most amazing movies I'ver ever seen called Stuck In Love.
And in the end love has to be
more about what you really are
instead of what you really want

(l.p)
After trying to put into words how I feel about love I finally came to this conclusion - a conclusion I've never gotten to before. Might that be progress?
I can't wait to fall in love..
I can't wait for the world to taste like
someone else's dream
If it wasn't for you
I wouldn't be writing poems
trying to put into words
how I feel

For I can express everything
except
*my love for you
Love is a fragile thing
when you've felt it fade away
leaving only traces of pain behind

The pain takes root in the soul
and turns into lilies
soon turning into a meadow of pain
Loving
you
was
losing
me.

(l.p)
Home is a feeling - not a place;
I hope you get that feeling one day
when you look at someone's face

(l.p)
Sometimes your home can feel so cold and empty and one day I realized that being with someone you love and care about can feel just like home.
It has been extremely hard to
m o ve   o n
I've never understood just why, but now I see
when I look deep inside of me,
that you were the only one I could come to
whenever I was sad or blue
whenever I turned into someone
I did not knew

(l.p)
Somehow showing you I wasn't always okay, fixed me in some kind of way. And your love.. Your love is healing.
For you are my favorite book...

I could read you all day
simply get lost in you and dream away
I could read every word, every line
and drink them as a glass of wine
I could analyse every chapter of you
and see every single one in a different view
I could even read between the line
and go for a walk in your beautiful mind.

(
l.p*)
My longing for you
is wider than the ocean
deeper than the sea
My longing for you
is everything I'll ever be


My longing for you*
is greater than the universe
lighter than the sun
My longing for you will grow stronger
until the day I'm gone

(
l.p*)
I guess it was one of these moments
where my love for you was used
the way I wanted it to..
To comfort you;
*as your eyes were filled with pain
your heart was filled with emptiness
your soul was filled with sorrow
and your words were filled with tenderness
My love is sinking like a ship
swallowing at the bottom of the sea
and so I'm sinking too, my dear
with your love, my heart and me

I guess I'll admit I loved you
more than you ever knew
and now as I'm fading away
there's nothing you can undo.

(
l.p*)
She held my hand
and told me
she would never let go;
whether she was lying or not
I do not know

But as I woke up
I couldn't get ahold of her hand
so I went to to find her
in Neverland.

(l.p)
Nothing's quite the same anymore
everything has changed
and will never be like before

The future is gone and so is the past
time won't let us be
nothing will last

Everything's nothing, nothing is all
we're everything and we're nothing
we're bigger than small

So why can we hurt and still be all right?
Why can our dreams only survive at night?
I've killed myself
t r y i n g
to figure out
a    w a y
to stop my heart from
l y i n g
convincing me that I'm
o k a y
Sometimes you feel stronger on your own
apart from being alone

but being alone can sometimes
give you time to think things through
and to gather the strength
to face your fears
on your own.
Sometimes you can't make it on your own. And sometimes you have to. But you mostly feel it when you need help or when you just want to go about things quietly. You can also do both things simultaneously; that's where I'm at and it feels great!
She thought that he was her Orpheus
but he never came back for her,
when he was supposed to* -
sometimes love is even more tragic
than death
..

(l.p)
The story of Orpheus and Eurydice keeps haunting me. It's so beautiful and tragic at the same time. Orpheus travels to the under world to get Eurydice back and he can succeed; one condition;  he can't look back to see if Eurydice is with him until they've reached the real world - but Orpheus looks back when he has passed the gates only to watch Eurydice fade away into the arms of Death  because she hadn't passed the gates yet - they got reunited when Orpheus was killed.
The sun rise, shine and set
The leaves are green, orange or red
The sea is calm, stormy or frozen
Water is lakes, rivers or oceans

The soul is living, regretting or dying
Hearts are breaking, healing or lying
Your eyes are lively, luminous or bleak
Our minds are mad, tangled or weak

I find that everything is constantly changing
but it seems that only I am perpetually unchanging


(l.p)
You planted your kisses in my dreams
that one time I let you in*

*But when I woke up
I felt the bittersweet pain
of missing  your soft lips
on my skin
The bittersweet pain fulfilled dreams.. That are just as unattainable when you wake up.
I'm so drawn by it
that I can't even manage to
control it anymore
it's so poor
and so fantastic
I guess I'm standing
in quicksand
but at least I'm free
ain't I?
I guess I haven't quite revealed
what people mean when they say
that some people feel the rain

Is it the rain that comes along with the thunder?
Making you feel like your world's going under

Is it the rain that is similar to you?
Falling hard as you do too

It it the rain that pours down for a whole day?
That makes you realize that you're not okay

Or is it the rain that is silent and still?
That makes you feel calm as you're standing on the hill

(
l.p*)
Words untold
truth is detained
here in this heart
broken and pained

parts of the secret
are covered in despise
surrounded by denial
but easily disguised


Truth will be told
and lies will be past
hearts will suffer
or reunite at last
And what if the story about Romeo & Juliet
never really wanted to teach us about the romantic kind of love
What if the whole story only wanted to put into words
that love never waits for anyone..

(l.p)
Shelter me,
shelter me with your love
let it pound in my heart
and make me feel alive

shelter me,
shelter me with your presence,
let it be my friend,  let it company me
whenever I feel lonely

shelter me,
shelter me with the look in your eyes
let it reach the bottom of my heart
and make me feel seen and found

shelter me,
shelter me with your words
let them float in my veins,let them float like liquid love
through each and every part of my body

So shelter me, my love,
shelter me with the idea of being loved by you
because that's really all that matters now,
now that everything else is lost.
"One day you'll look at the sky
and instead of wishing upon a shooting star
praying for everything to be okay
you'll realize that everything finally*  is  *okay"
She said
"Why do you let it
get you down?"
as long as you're happy
with your life as it is now,
and you're happy with
who you've become...


you shouldn't
care so much about
the answer. your time
will come


I said*

"Well I am.
in this moment,
just right now"


... but the truth is,
that I don't feel the same
anymore...
Lately I've been thinking a lot about what 'she said' - and yeah, I don't feel the same anymore. Maybe because the question remains the same and the answer might have changed...
I usually look at the sky with appreciation
because when my world starts to wither
I find that the sky is blooming*

(l.p)
When the colors disappear
there's is nothing more to see
and when the dying sun goes down
you know where I will be*
--
When the hissing leaves break the silence
and the darkness illuminates the light
I'll find a shelter someplace else
someplace out of sight
Take my hand and I'll walk you through
the dark and the light
the day and the night
the black and the white
the wrong and the right

Take my hand and I'll follow you through
life and death
only to be with you
'til my last breath.

(l.p)
When I see you
the world around me
scatters into millions of atoms
as if they were floating around
in a whole different galaxy
light years from here
from us*

(l.p)
I met a blind man
and he found a love in me
he found an eternal love
that only he could see

I met a deaf man
he heard the unspoken  words in me
words that only could be heard
and understood by he

I met a mute man
he spoke the truth to me
he told why I felt so alone
and know I realize
he's the most beautiful man
I've ever known

Thanks for making me see
thanks for making me hear
thanks for making speak
thanks for making my life so clear


*(l.p)
Blind, deaf, mute
See, hear, speak
I love playing with contrasts.
I crave
for your love
a love so deep
I crave
for your voice to
sing me to sleep

I crave
for your eyes
to look into mine
I crave
for your love
to always shine

I crave
for you
to make things fine
but you're only my mother
when my consciousness
and dreams
entwine.

(l.p)
The nothingness of everything
is the nothingness of me
the nothingness in everything
is the nothingness in dreams when they flee
The reason it's harder to love ourselves
than to love others is
that you can never hide
the things you hate about yourself
from yourself
but the ones you love
can hide theirs from you

(l.p)
But maybe that is the reason for love - to learn how to love another person  independent of the things they hate about themselves - and if they tell you, maybe you end up loving those things to heal the one you love - and you fear that if you tell other people about the things you hate about yourself you fear that no one will love those to heal you.
The fact that I'm enchanted by thought of you
makes me wonder whether it's caused by
some kind of escapism or simply fascination
in its most enchanting way.

(l.p)
There's this person. I don't even know her and she doesn't even know me and yet it feels as if the sun rises inside of me everytime I see her -  not in that way but in a completely innocent and joyful way.
And if the world isn't that beautiful
as it once used to be,
then think back and recall,
how wonderful it once was*

(l.p)
Every day (he would dream)
of  the days with you
your laugh, your kisses
your smile
he would picture your face
when he tried to fall asleep
late at night
he would write poems
and books
(about) the times with (you)
he would make you
the main character
in every single
lovestory he ever wrote
-
You were his reason for
writing all his books
from the first one
(until) the very last one
before (he died)
with a piece of your
love in his hands.

(l.p)
As time went by she became
t r a n s p a r e n t
invisible for the human eye
regrettably  no heart could feel her
when she left without saying
g o o d b y e
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