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° 26

Was I inspired
Or am I just imitating

Is this something I’m really good at
Or am I just following a trend

Do my words mean anything to others
Or are they just stupid

there’s nothing more stressful than self-doubt

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!