Am I a poet? Maybe. What I know is that I love writing – so let me know if reading my stuff is enjoyable, too.
Do you feel worthy?
Loved?
Sometimes I don’t.
However, that’s not because
I’m not worthy
Or loved
But because I make myself believe
I am not.
I judge everything I do
Everything I say
Even all of my thoughts.
But in the end
To be worthy and truly loved
Doesn’t depend on any condition.
It’s like taking a deep breath
Trying again
Starting over
Wiping the board clean
to write something new
Like spring.
What kinds of flowers
will arise from this?
-fresh start-
How were we so close?
I can’t even remember the state
Before the awkwardness
Vs.
I still dream of you
And wake up feeling confused
Because I’m only me now
–mending takes longer than breaking-
Leaves falling to
The ground
Slowly
A breeze
Making you shiver
Sky
Lacking light
Grey
Like loneliness
– fall is such a good time for sad poems-
Golden light
Colours so firey
They light up your face
Air feels fresher
Cleaner
You can smell nature
Crunchy leaves
Beneath your feet
Sound
Of satisfaction
-autumn is such a good time for happy poems-
Most times
I don’t know for sure
What to think
If everyone would just
Say
What they think
Things would be easier
But then again
What am I thinking?
How do you know if it’s love?
Who even decided that it exists
Because
Really, there is no proof at all for it
So how do you know?
I guess you just have to believe
Or else
You will never feel it yourself.
-proof of love-
When you listen to a song
Feel the melody arrive right in the center of you
Sending goosebumps all over your body
The words electrify you
And it feels like a light rain of happiness trickles down your spine
You’re so connected to the sound that it’s a part of you
Never could anything touch me deeper
We talk
So much
But often say
So little
We don’t have the words
We don’t know how to express
We can’t really describe
You know what I mean?
Wouldn’t it be so convenient
To be able to split up
Body and mind
And tell them each separately
To calm the fuck down
–anxiety-
Thoughts and ramblings, perhaps some poems.
serendipity & heartbreak
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