Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter

Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter
Night finds me awake… it has been this way for a long time… first it had been the tick-tock keeping… Read more Barbet, I Haven’t Slept…
Would it be alright if I simply give in to this dark monument that rises? Large chunks of being this,… Read more A Malicious Concoction
I caught him looking at me when I opened my eyes, grandpa. I had been aware, that he was looking… Read more Old Man or Eyes and Lies
I think, it was a few days after they had closed down the old post office building, that I found… Read more The Letter under the Oak
“…feels like I am frozen”, said an angsty writer to a hypothetical group of people he had been imagining for… Read more The Writer’s Clock
I feel ties of comradeship weigh down upon my chest. Buried under the crushing weight of my wounded horse, I… Read more Absurd: Comradeship and War
When you stop a moment mid-happening, what could it mean? When you catch it and let it linger on… what… Read more Mid-Happening Moods
A someone emerges into the light And a stream of white takes over A someone giggles at the sun And… Read more To Light To Darkness
Dreamscapes and fantasies Are not my names tonight I am rather an ocean of sound Under the same moon as… Read more Ocean of Sound
Geschichten mitten aus dem Leben; über Momente die uns prägen, Freude, Schmerz, Hoffnung und Schicksal dem wir täglich begegnen. Ein kleiner Blick ins Innere, ein Blick hinter die Tür.
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....