N° 32

When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me

It’s like taking a mental picture
Of myself
With the camera being the eyes
Of my counterpart

Does that one strand fall into my face
The way I know it looks best?
Is my laughter contagious?
Are my eyes sparkling?
Do I look pretty from their point of view?

Why the fuck don’t I concentrate
On my own fucking view

-self obsession vs. self destruction-

N° 31

You see,

I don’t think you need to fight
Anymore

That doesn’t mean giving up
It means
Befriending the enemy

They say there’s just a thin line Between love and hate

Stop the gunfire
And cross it

-a peace offering to myself-

N° 23

Most of my poems
I write on train rides.

Maybe I need

The feeling
Of being on my way
The feeling
Of moving towards something

The ‘in between’

To write


When do you write? Do certain places or feelings make your creativity flow or do you just start to write anywhere and anytime at all? I would love to hear that, let me know in the comments if you like!

N° 20

I sort of built a wall
Adopted the attitude
To only show the world
When not the tiniest string
Is holding me back

To only be my true me
When I reach perfection.

So how about never, huh?

-fear of rejection-

N° 19

I don’t know if I believe in
Love at first sight.

I imagine it must be a glorious feeling
To see someone
And your heart stops
Or whatever.

So on one hand I hope it exists
And it’ll hit me some day

But on the other hand
I don’t.

Because isn’t loving someone
At first sight
Just
Very shallow?