Blank page, give me something to play with. Stop staring at me with your beautiful, clueless eyes. Blank page, give me words I can feed off of. Stop judging me if you've got nothing to say. Blank page, lend me your inspiration. Stop guiding my pen away from you.
I keep calling you up in my mind whenever I'm feeling down, but you never answer me. I still see you when I close my eyes, I still feel you haunting the empty halls in my head. Your eyes have burnt themselves into my heart such a long time ago, and still they're the first … Continue reading Ghost from the Past
It's just you and I up here, The world can keep on turning, we've got our own time. And if we want to, we can just hit pause on everything around us. We can do whatever we want to, because it's us against the rest, and the rest doesn't exist. Let's never burst this bubble.
September 9th. It's colder, but not cold. It's darker, but not dark. The world seems surreal, mystical even. The leaves have already turned orange around the edges, but the flowers are still in bloom. Everything's just a little bit more beautiful, Everything feels just a little bit more like a dream. With the necessity of … Continue reading Early Days of Autumn
I find peace in dirty sheets. They smell like you, Heavenly, sufferable. I wonder if my shirt smells like me too, It fits you well.
With you I don't need a destination because you are the way. I want to scream from the rooftops, I want to tell the whole world about us. I want to let everybody see that this is real. You and I weren't meant to be, but we were meant to fight for us. I don't … Continue reading Rooftops
Remind me again why I didn't go home with you, There's like twenty people here. God, I hate this. I only like going home when you're coming too.
I know you can see straight into my mind. And when you do, you should mostly see yourself, Maybe a hint of self-pity, maybe a beer every now and then. Maybe you see me planning my next outfit because I've developed an unhealthy sense of fashion. But above all, there's you, Sometimes a bit unclear, … Continue reading Always
Look at us, Walking around the port in our underwear. Let's climb that tower, Watch out for spiders while I finish the wine. A million stars and a hundred candles, And one song to hold on to. Summer forever, In our hearts and minds. And in our world, because the world belongs to us. This … Continue reading Summer Forever
The boat is rocking slowly in rhythm with the waves, She lights another candle, they shine almost as brightly as the starlit sky. The music perfectly fits the surreal atmosphere as we walk along the quay, wearing nothing more than underpants and a shirt. It's beautiful here. This is where dreams become reality, let's never … Continue reading Candlelight
I'm the minute man. I'm the one who stays, I'm the one who waits for all the people I know aren't coming. I'm the one who looks at the clouds, waiting for the rain. I'm the one who smiles in the dark, because you're hopping around in my head again.
A sunset doesn't have to be an ending, it can be the beginning of something that the daylight could never give us. For our most meaningful truths and our deepest fears only come out in the dark. I can't tell you why I sometimes feel like I'm losing you a little bit more with every … Continue reading Sunset
This feels like the beginning of something great. The start is rocky as always, but we'll get through it. Please be patient, I'm not going anywhere. But I'm terrified of you running away. The journey may just be three seconds long, but I'll enjoy every last one of it, as long as you're there too.
Yes, I'm fucked up. Yes, I'm crying on my way home. Again. And yes, I'm invested, you know that I am. I hate myself for being so weak. I hate myself for giving in. I don't know why I'm crying. I'm alright, I'll get home okay, thank you. That's what I tell the strangers who … Continue reading Cry
I'm ready to break down the walls I have built around myself. I'm ready to give in, completely and without a doubt on my mind. Jealousy was a friend of mine, not so long ago, now look at me. I'm telling myself not to worry, and somehow it works. I'm telling myself to just be … Continue reading I‘m Ready
Sometimes I just want to shout at the world and tell it to go fuck itself. Othertimes all I want is to be heard without actually saying anything. I can deal with the pain but not with the rage that comes hand in hand with it. I hate the aching feeling of having to break … Continue reading Hate
I'm soaring through the clouds, but there's concrete on my feet, constantly dragging me down. I'm happy like I can't remember I ever was, but there's a nagging thought in my head, constantly reminding me of reality. I'm feeling like I've finally found the way, but there's so many crossroads, constantly getting me off track … Continue reading Yes, but…
I don't need your big words and fancy sentences. I don't need your quotations of famous poets and people alike. I don't need the meticulous and the scrutinizing. I don't need your elaborate, instantaneous rivers of fearsome excuses. I don't need it to make sense all the time. All I need are tiny, meaningful truths.
Dance with me tonight, we'll let the music take the lead. Don't worry about stepping on my feet, because as we sink into the tune our legs start moving on their own. Thoughtlessly we swing around the room like Beauty and the Beast. Now turn, turn, and once again, until you almost lose your balance. … Continue reading Like There‘s No Tomorrow
He wrapped his arms around her and said "My love, I have to go." She buried her head in his chest and cried silent tears of pain. So many years have passed since then, but she's still sitting on the balcony, wondering where he might be. Wondering if he'll ever come back to look at … Continue reading I Have to Go
Even a bed made out of feathers can be uncomfortable at times, Because when you can't stop thinking your thoughts and contemplating your doubts there's no tranquilizer that could make you fall asleep. So you lay there, wide awake worrying about why you worry because there's really nothing wrong. You make it harder on yourself … Continue reading Tourist
Magic is real. Not in the Harry Potter sense, but some moments feel like they're from out of this world, as if something bigger than ourselves was trying to tell us Look! This is real too. I believe in this something else, you know. I believe that we are able to create something new, something revolutionary, if … Continue reading Something Else
Say that you need me and I'll ride across the ocean on my bike. Give me a reason not to think and I'll stop. Put your hand on the back of my head, I'm not quite sure if I'm still alive. Take a puff off of last night's cigarette, there are hearts on my lighter.
What the fuck are you doing walking home in the rain at 5am, after agreeing to something you knew you didn't want to do in the first place? And what else did you expect than the same old thoughts in your head? You're not even drunk, and that's probably the worst part. You're as sober … Continue reading Walk
So, tell me, how does it feel to be you? Is it a good feeling? Are you happy with who you are? Can you look in the mirror and smile? Can you be friends with the reflection you see? And if the answer to these questions isn't yes, then what are you even still doing … Continue reading Playground
Plug in the record player, I'll be right there, I just have to finish this letter. Pour us both another glass, we're not nearly drunk enough to be talking about things like this. Light our cigarettes with the matches we found on the floor, there's only ten left anyway. Show me what it's like to … Continue reading I Want to Make You My Problem
Goodbye. There's heartache in these words, Because you've been gone too long for me to remember your face. The nights feel colder than they used to.
I'm quiet, you know. You made a first impression, I felt that you were strong. I don't like talking much, except when it's about myself. You like to talk about everything else. I'm quiet, you know. I hide behind my poetry and bury myself in dreams. You dream too, I know. Maybe even more than … Continue reading Quiet
It's so sobering to sit outside and listen to the rain. The splashing drops resonate in my ears like the most beautiful melody that has ever been written. Perhaps it's wasted on me.
A figure in the feeble light, A woman dressed in black. Her blue eyes shimmer through the cold mist. What would you choose, a world full of love or one full of pain? And with my eyes fixed on her black dress, I tell her the story of my sorrow and regrets. I'll always be … Continue reading Heaven Is Too Far Away
He was a force to be reckoned with, let me tell you that much. His hunger never seemed to be satisfied, he was always out looking for more. Mister Mole is what we called him, I never knew his real name. But I knew that he lived in fear of destroying everything he held dear. … Continue reading Mister Mole
Lay down beside me in silence for a while, We can watch the blood red moon from up here. Let me wrap my arms around you so we don't get cold, Let me hold your hand so you know you're not alone. Kiss me on the cheek so I can look back on it and … Continue reading Clouds
It's an endless back and forth, isn't it? Offense and defense are playing to a draw time and time again. No one side can ever truly win this pathetic war. There's no phoenix to rise from the ashes, because the ashes have been smothered by all the tears we have dropped onto them. And maybe … Continue reading Pathetic War
Maybe it's easier to just let all the madness pull me in. Maybe I should just stop trying, Stop hoping for something that will never happen, Stop looking at something that isn't real. But in spite of all the ups and downs, all the confusion and tears, I'm not tired of fighting. I'm not ready … Continue reading Give Up
Here we go again. Another night I destroyed because I got lost in my head. Who would ever want to be with someone as broken as me? Along the way, I have learned how to suffer but it doesn't ever get easier. And I haven't got any new words to describe the pain with, because … Continue reading Something About Self-Pity
Words flow like liquid thoughts, Like vomit they're being sprayed onto a digital book of self-pity, They silently make their way down the pages of another new day. Lost so easily, They're never at the right place at the right time, And they never seem to be understood. A red sea of letters that lays … Continue reading Words as Weapons
So maybe I'm the asshole after all. But does it even matter at this point? What the hell else am I supposed to do than get out of the way? I remeber when I was screaming hurry up and wait for me! Now I am the one who's waiting. I burned these cigarettes an effigy, … Continue reading Apparently I Missed the Exit
3 AM, t-shirt and shorts, a small fire by the lake. Life couldn't be any better in times like these. Surrounded by friends, your head resting on my shoulder. With a cold beer in my hand I try to imitate the rhythm of your breathing. I would trade everything for a warm summer night.
Oh, how good she looks. Her hair all wet, Her bathing suit fitting just right. Her blue eyes full of joy and hunger for more. The boat is rocking gently as we pass over the river's tiny waves. I look at her through tinted sunglasses, Her innocent smile makes my heart laugh. Wherever the bottom … Continue reading 32
Sleepless again. The music in my ears can't calm the storm in my head. Maybe I should go for a walk. Just start walking in a direction and not think about where it's going to lead me. Who knows, I might meet somebody along the way. Or maybe I'll stay in my bed. Things like … Continue reading Dreams
You've been asking me to write a story, so here I go. "We're not in the right movie," she whispered in the dark. I averted my eyes from the TV screen and tried to make out her face in the flashing lights. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean that if this were a … Continue reading Maybe In Another Movie
Have you never wanted to punch a wall? Have you never wanted to put your hand into the fire? Have you never thought of being someone else? I wish for a thunderstorm in my heart that puts out the flames. I wish for a hand that strokes the back of my head when I'm in … Continue reading Concrete
Boring. Everything's so dreadfully boring. Sure, the pictures still move, and the world still looks amazing in the sunset, but I've seen it all before. I long for a change. A change of everything. I ache for something different. Because the words are always the same, the dots and commas are at the same place … Continue reading Cheap
Sometimes the world just isn't enough. Sometimes even the longest moments are too short. Sometimes it takes a whole lot of love for someone to be happy, other times just a handful of peanuts. And once the metaphors have run out and even genuine words just won't do the trick anymore we sit in silence, … Continue reading Wake Up
No matter where you are, the moon is never bigger than your thumb. Except when you're on the moon itself. Reluctant laughter. Another shooting star that goes unnoticed. One hundred tiny flames bring more light and warmth than a bonfire ever could. But four hours from now we'll be cold again. We're slow dancing in … Continue reading Slow Dancing
We make our own paradise. It may still be pouring now but we'll create sunshine. In black and white, high upon a stage, the angel sang. The wind carried her beautiful voice across the whole trampled meadow. I keep my demons alive. They can't die as long as I live. Many have tried to kill … Continue reading And the Angel Sang
It hasn't hurt this much in a long time. I know the pain but I still haven't figured out how to deal with it. What do you do when your heart is on fire? Maybe I should've just let it be. Maybe I should've listened to the voices of reason. The words were few, their … Continue reading I Write When I‘m Sad
"Would it destroy everything?" I ask you. You're still looking at the sky that's slowly getting brighter. You turn around. My question confuses you. I want to add more, so that you can understand what I'm trying to say but I've used up all my courage for those four words. Suddenly, your eyes change. You … Continue reading I Can‘t Cry
Let's name the monsters that you've killed. As the good guys turn bad we shovel holes to bury the past. An empty bottle of wine hits the river's surface, carrying messages for the soulmates we may never find. For some reason, the things that are closest always seem to be the farthest away. Because you … Continue reading Drunk
The stars should be orange. There's a mole in the sky, taking careful steps northward. A glass of wine loses its balance, painting the lawn red. And nothing ever happens because we're too tired to try and too scared to say what we feel. We just lie there, in a green sea of life, while … Continue reading Nothing Ever Happens