I look in the mirror
and see a wonderful girl
with big brown eyes and short brown hair
I smile, what a contagious smile
I can't help but smile even broader
I muster my body
I think of all the perfect thin models
and embrace myself out of joy for not looking like them
I love all my weird habits
as well as my beautiful
character traits
and I love the fact that I'm
completely unperfect.
I appreciate everything
my life offers for me,
I am grateful for every instant
I am able to enjoy my surroundings.
I have to admit
I have fallen
deeply in love
with myself.

a hot, steaming coffee,
a deliciously soft and sweet cake,
relaxing music in an
urban café.
that's where I write
my poetry.

I lay flat
on the ground underneath
my warm skin I feel
the cold grass,
I sink into the earth as
we become one
while the first rays of sun
kiss my skin and
welcome me back
to life.

an inner tree
rooted deep down in my body
keeps me going.
it is what some describe as
inner peace,
true happiness,
the source of love,
and I describe as
strength to deal
with everything that is not.

try embracing them feelings all smiling with your light soul

if i'm thinking of the future -
am i not wasting my present?

I had this feeling
once when I first flew
like a bird
to explore the world
and I came back to
the place I call home

I felt that I could only travel
when returning somewhere afterwards,
not somewhere - return to
the place I call home

I realised that I could only
call it home after having been away,
and that this feeling intensified
the longer I was surrounded by the foreign
before finding my way back to
the place I call home

but only now do I notice
how lucky I am
to have a place
I can call
home

When two people meet - no matter if they are strangers or friends - two whole life stories connect. And for a moment these two people create another part - an equal part - together. Later on they continue living their lives, meeting other people and like this sharing another instant of mutual storytelling.

don't
take it all
too serious
don't make life
harder than it is
enjoy everything
not just the good parts
and feel free to
be happy
as well as being sad
so sit down and relax
and let it flow
like the waves of the
sea come and go
your emotions
flow

sing a song of
soaking up the sun -
serendipitously
smiling.

How do you know that someone is your friend? There is no answer to that question. You just know. It's like falling in love. There is no exact moment, no defined way. It just happens. Therefore...shouldn't we also call that certain instant "to fall in friendship"? Sounds quiet pretty.

it may be the right person
a shivering in your body
and a feeling you can't forget
but when the time isn't right
all that
doesn't matter
everything you might imagine,
you hope for
needs the approval
of the whole universe,
of time

exhausted
but happy
there is no energy
left in my body
and yet so much
to do
today I gave so much
and yet
do they expect so
much more
how on earth is anybody
ever
going to fulfill all that?
at least I'm proud of what
I achieved.

life is a voyage.
you know one day it will end.
why do we tend to forget that so often?
when knowing that the end
comes soon you start enjoying things
quite more intensive.
it’s like travelling,
just a little longer.

To enjoy the moment between
pleasant anticipation
and beautiful memories.
That’s what I call art.

today a black man told me:
our lips, our noses, our hearts -
they are all the same it's
just the melanin in our
skin that makes
people think we are different.
and I thought man - that's true,
but you could as well say we
are all just humans.

how come I am only now
that I am sure leaving in a few weeks
getting to know you like I
always wished i would?