So there is this side of me that I forgot about looong time ago. This side was creative and poetic that I really loved about me. Had a book full of poems and texts, had an own blog with own texts and designs.
And then one day (I don't even remember what exact day) it all faded.
It disapeared.
Somehow.
Starting this blog, starting this special journey in the digital world and meeting so much people (especially the poetic queens @cataleya.novara & @frostnbrains), led me to this point right here.
Coming back to poetry!
And you all here have the chance to see my first babystep back to my old side. Although English is not my mother language I will start with English. I always loved this language and always was good at school. Through Social Media I use it again more often and therefore I would love to try this way back to poetry.
I post this text because I would like to encourage more of you, to write down your thoughts, to inspire other people and especially to get more creative in the ways you like. So if you were reading until here:
Do the things you love more often!
YOUNG LOVE
How will I explain this to anyone?
When the one I would like to explain it is you.
How will I laugh everyday?
When the one I want to laugh with is you.
My brain and heart are stuck.
In a constant loop of thoughts and feelings.
Can't get the answers
because the questions spin too fast.
How will I ever know what could have been?
If we never got the chance to.
Maybe we will never know.
Not me.
Not you.
Not us.
VIRGIN
You were not the first.
You were not the first
touching my soul.
You were also not the first
making me smile, making me cry, making me shaking.
You were not the first at all
for a lot of things.
But you were the first
seeing the real me.
Taking care of me with soft gloves
that slighty touch my broken heart.
Healing the things I thought
will last a lifetime, just with the threads
you were spinning around me.
You were the first
giving me endless hope
in humanity, giving me trust
without any kind of judgement.
I felt safe for the first time.
You were the first.
NUMBERS
Showing up on a random tuesday.
The clock introduced me to you.
Firstly I ignored it.
Then there were other signs.
The numbers were spinning around like insane.
The next tuesday came.
It was saturday.
But I didn't quite recognize you.
I couldn't get all these threads
that lead me to you.
Time passing by
not knowing you were always there.
Suddenly.
Everything was clear.
The numbers where the matrix that lead me to you.
TIME
Time can heal wounds.
They say.
But what if we heal and get those scars again?
Over and over again.
Little wounds.
Heal.
Get bigger.
And heal again.
But not completely.
A small hole remains
somewhere in the corner.
And it will never be the same again.
TATTOOS
Experiences glued to my skin.
Theres no space in between.
Tears, smiles.
Screams.
Every inch is black and white.
Good and bad.
And it will last a lifetime.
Like tattoos on my skin.
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