You should live
in the here and now
he said.

This will make you
happy and relaxed
as the past can
no longer hurt you
and the future
has yet to happen.

When he gently
kissed my face
I understood
what he meant.

fixing her gaze
on the flame
of the candle
she begins to
dream

it is always
the same dream

she is the heroine
who every time
miraculously
ends up with
mr right

she blows
the candle out

she puts on
a beautiful dress
brushes her hair
and leaves
the house

she has decided
to stop dreaming

they say:
you are what you read

I must be a hopeless romantic

as I do not understand
what you want me to do
I decided to do
what I want to do

tomorrow is the day
you left me

on that day you told me
that you had to go
because you did not want
to disappoint her

on that day I listened to your words
and could not comprehend them
and when I saw you leave the house
and thought it was a dream

today I understand
you had stopped loving me

will you wait
he asks

maybe
she answers

bees and butterflies
sunflowers and lavender
happy memories

We both had desires
and expectations
but the past caught up with us
when we finally met
and it all ended in tears

I see the poet
sitting on a stone
crying

I sit down
next to her
and begin to listen
to her sadness

You tell me that the perfume
you bought for her
she only wore for other men
but you do not realise that the perfume
I bought for myself
I am only wearing for you.

The place in your heart
is still occupied

she looked
at me
with joy
knowing
that she
had finally
become
invincible

ok
I talk *******
so what

ok
I am crazy
do I care

ok
you leave me
does it matter

trees covered in snow
fleeting images of peace
stillness, hope and warmth

warm light of candles
heavy smell of cinnamon
here is home for me

I am on the train
tired but reassured
as I know that soon
you will hold me
in your arms again.

you are as old
as I was
when you get married

will you also be
as old as I was
when you get divorced?

sunshine
you
perfect

dark night
she cannot
sleep
her thoughts
are like
a spider’s net
trapping
her soul
no escape
from the
never ending
question
she
cannot
answer:
when will
it be my turn
to find joy
in what
I do?

I could stop
and do something else
but I carry on
as I lack courage

run
run
don’t miss
the train

smile
smile
forget
the pain

birthday
presents
celebration

black
white
harmony

I have not seen you
for a while
I have not heard from you since
you last wrote
I have almost forgotten
that you once encouraged me
now I am ready
to make the move
but I cannot tell you
as you might have forgotten
that we could have been friends

you
me
chaos

I know
you hate our home town
but I love it

You see only pain and darkness
and death
when we walk through the narrow streets
but I see joy and brightness and life

Why are we so different

dark clouds and thunder
heavy rain and ice cold wind
hope for something new

I like walking down the streets
when it is dark
and every lit up window
tells a different story

here lives the young couple
who are having their dinner
every night at the same time
they both seem to work long hours

in this room a family
watches television
they do the same every day
nothing seems to disturb their rhythm

through this window
I can see a little boy playing with his train
he smiles and watches the carriages
going past fast and purposeful

here an old couple lives
they sit quietly on the sofa
they do not speak
and seem to listen to music

this is the window
that is always dark
I wonder if nobody lives here
or whether they work during the night

now I can see my window
which is brightly lit up
my black cat is sitting on the table
waiting for me to come home

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

I hate you!
I love you!

When will their game end?

mountains and sky
merged together
in one shade of grey
water of the lake
a vivid turquoise
a minimalist landscape
painted by nature

I want to learn Chinese
so that I can understand
what he is saying to me
she sighs with sorrow

Her sadness confuses me
as I have always believed
that the language of love
can be understood
without learning

gentle breeze and rain
earthen smells and steaming pond
when will summer end

if I understood
what makes you smile
I would give it to you

up - down
hope - despair
up - down
hope - despair
up - down
hope - despair
the never ending
rhythm
of her life

Words, words, so many words.
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
What is my story?
Do I have a story?
Do I need a story?
Is anybody interested in my story?
It is only me who writes.
Words, words, so many words.

why is helping her
not good for her
he asks in despair

I feel sorry for him
as he cannot see
that helping her
destroys her growth

I do not need you
you do not need me
it is time to depart

she checks
her phone
expecting
to see his reply

she does not know
that he regrets
having written
to her in the early
hours of the day

she thus keeps
checking her phone
hoping to get
his response today

sisters
bond
forever

I do not know
how to talk to you
without hurting you

as I do not want
to hurt you
I shall stop
talking to you

walking down the streets
many people here today
searching for their dreams

I want to do
something outrageous
just once in my life:
I want to ignore
norms and expectations
and follow my dreams.

I will send you
a photograph
of the love of my life
her mother said
but the photograph
never arrived

cook
share
enjoy

freedom is priceless you say
and yet you are longing
to exchange your freedom
for the love of a man
who does not deserve you

sunflowers are yellow
tulips are yellow
daffodils are yellow
primulas are yellow
my scarf is yellow
but he hates yellow

walking on the sand
looking for tomorrow’s goals
shadows haunting me

black sky and bright moon
foxes on their nightly hunt
anxious thoughts appear

a snake of red lights
leaves are scattered on the street
when will I get home

rain
rain
fun