messages from memories – poem

you are the mirror of the moon behind the glitter of images  knowing that when i look up to  dazed i am  to miss your voice  you know how much  you are  in the nights i wished  to sleep with your whisper inside  my ear  those days you call me  just to say how a…

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inside a buzzing stovetop

we are lost in the heat of the city between hooting cars & taxis  buzzing like people looking for a peaceful spot  on the edge of a kerbside  feeling the blues when  the sky fades in a shade of pink &  the colour of aperol spritz  fizzy & tired the day leaves by  full of…

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Poetry from the route

Take time to read some poetry today & nourish your soul with art and then I ask – what do you want me to say? There is a lot I could write my soul out about we were on an isle, in a train I can see the clouds moving so fast it is not…

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The longest route we took – #3 poetry from Holland

rain whenever we leave a door from the inside – it’s Murphy’s law, I think fall into the weather, thought it’s on our side a never ending dream, would be boring to tell that it was sunny throughout didn’t want my life ever to be boring so I guess I have to live with the…

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Lonely with 7 billion people

funny to know that we’re such a tiny piece of the universe we are a glance in the twinkling of Atlas‘ eye no matter for place & time we exist with our problems & struggles never thinking of how minor they are to all the homes we call galaxies & beyond I steer so much…

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Poetry on a ride through Holland #1

He’s the boy who wanted to climb the Oudenkerk (old church) to have the perfect view of the Delftian sunset up there you would have a 360° degrees view over the city that seems more like a village to me He’s the boy who builds lamps out of copper, glue & metal while drinkin‘ Heineken…

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One more day, one more page..

What can I say? There are books that you can read just out of simple joy. You shouldn’t feel guilty doing so at all from time to time. Everything is an experience. It will be useful at some point. So, there is literally this one book currently that I just cannot stop thinking about, it…

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Poem_“My“ – „Mein“

My, in squinting eyebrows between forehead wrinkles balm runs through my blood veins hot alcohol to widen the walls burned tongue, the skin peels off red the burn still present, but the tightness not lost caught in something called home the pain lurks inside, the pressure doesn’t die a home it should be warm, cozy…

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chocolate forgotten in the burning sun

We met the moment I realized there was no happy ending in sight  Before that I was too naïve to believe that I would see you so fast again And you kept on coming back to me  As if I was your home  And here you are wake me up & remind of yourself in…

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Breaking tongue while running Zunge brechen beim Laufen

vergoldete Probleme  die Augen tränen schnell das Hasten hat kein ende  die uhr will nicht vom handgelenk sich lösen  dennoch gefangensein in eigenen spiralen  stets steigt das licht auf der Tau erhallt  Frische am Morgen  Verzweiflung am Abend  gehetzt in die Entspannung rennen kein Gedankenstrich, das Denken automatisiert  vom Zug  zum Zug zum Bett  zum…

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