– einmal freiheit –

ich hab nicht mal gemerkt wie die sonne unterging & gerade frage ich mich ob du auch an mich denkst ich gänseblümchen entrupfe & mir selbst beim atmen zuhöre der himmel ist so schön gerade schade, dass du ihn nicht sehen kannst ich höre worte verstehe die leute nicht sagen es ist bald zu gehen…

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sense of belonging – poem

I know your voice, it sounds so tenderI feel music from your tongueThe way you say each word &Wait for me to fill up with suspenseWhile I watch around the streets& thinkWe might see the same side of the moonJust with a different scenery You laugh when I tellI’d like to see you danceWe would…

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where are we being us

i sip on coffee everyday i want and eat sweets i have never tried before so i learn a language i have never intended to and try to detach myself from the thought that i am being a tourist because i am being more. 

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Inside a flower

We lost our silence  It was indeed  Better to talk to someone  Than to imagine  Anything more Beyond the reach of  Anonymity  Still in porcelain hands of one another  I wished secretly to sleep  In the blossom of this flower  Send me a picture that you think is fitting for this poem 🙂 it might…

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a hamster in L.A.

living that los angeles life as if eating fancy foods that suck time & money out of me exercising with sunshine girls on youtube that do not know the word winter evermore stay lean & fit & work out every now to fit into a pair of super tight super shaping leggings that cost me…

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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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post wake up philo poems

It is <p class="has-text-align-center" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="6" max-font-size="72" height="80">so warm in bedso warm in bed however I have made it out to grab this book to fall back now I’m glued to it, too lazy knowing the day has begun again, another Saturday – yeah, Is it really Saturday again?! This sort of marathon makes…

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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

they go to dine in restaurants but it’s more showing off, he tells me smirking that night I run like hell is behind me laughing into the darkness & the lights that make everything look magical I fell in love with a cat rather into a whole set of memories

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