Am I a poet? Maybe. What I know is that I love writing – so let me know if reading my stuff is enjoyable, too.
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-
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-
“What does it feel like?“
“It’s like wanting to exit
Out of your body
And leave it behind
Even though you know
It’s your mind.“
–explaining a panic attack to sane people–
Sometimes
Life teaches you the same lesson
Over and over
Again
In various different forms
When will you decide
To finally learn from it?
–reminder–
What is something you’ve been taught a million times but still struggle to understand?
How it ends up being
Is out of your knowing
But it’s not
Out of your doing
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!
Aiming for something
That doesn’t even exist
Is a total waist of time.
Why are we unable
To stop
Reaching for perfection then?
Strange to think
That even if you manage to construct
The perfect sentence
Use the most suitable terms
You will never be able to put
Your exact feelings
Into words
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-
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?
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