Here's a new poem I wrote. Hope you guys like it and I can read your comments.
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Why am I so afraid? I know you won’t hurt me. I want you to see me. I want to be a part of your life. I am just too afraid. Afraid you don’t let me in Afraid you’re gonna hate me for trying Afraid you think I am just a weirdo, One of so many out there But I’m not. I won’t hurt you, I want you to be happy. I care for you so much. I am afraid I don’t wanna be afraid. I wanna dare, I am simply too shy. I really hope I can find a way, Find it soon. Wanna be part of your life, But I don’t wanna hurt you, don’t wanna blame you. Don’t want you to suffer. Maybe I am a weirdo, maybe I think too complicated. If I only wouldn’t be so afraid. Why am I? Why can’t I dare? I miss you, I love you.
This is a new poem I wrote lately. Would love to read your comments about it. What does home mean to you? Long time I was walking, walking on a bumpy road. Seeking for that place, the place everyone’s talking about. The place where I feel safe. Where I feel at home.
I went by bus, by plane, to saw places all over the world. I travelled a lot, because no one told me where that place is. But where do people go to, when they say they go home?
What is home? And where is home? Some say it’s where you grew up. Some say it’s where your family lives. Some say it’s just where you feel happy.
I want to feel happy, and so I started walking. Because I want to be happy, I want to have a family, my family. Some say that I’ll know it when I am home. One day my searching was over. When I met this guy, and he showed it to me. Home is not a place where you can go to, it’s not under water, not in the sky, it’s not a building.
You can go wherever you want, and your home will be with you. When you once found it, and you are accepted, that’s when you are at home.
Because home is where you feel happy, where you feel safe. And where can it be better than in the heart of the one you love?
I wish you all a Happy Halloween today!!! No matter what you're gonna do tonight, have fun to scare the evil ghosts ;) Because of Halloween I wrote a lil story and poem, looked for some recipes, pictures and found a short horror movie which I really like and already tweeted a few days ago.
Arrival of the Ghosts _______________________________
It’s dark, it’s cold, it’s one of those nights, it’s coming back once again. Like every year. When the ghosts come to the people on earth, to take them on a ride, showcase them the dark sides. When the ghosts become alive, everything changes. Spider webs and pumpkins everywhere you look. Pure silence surrounds the once so crowded place. A scream can be heard out there. You are alone, in the dark. Walking along the road, not being allowed to see anything. Except darkness. Some neon lights show up, you hear screams, more screams. Lightnings. Thunderstorms. Creepy voices started to mumble. You go on walking, slowly and carefully, sneak around. You turn around. What was that? Was that a light? Is there another person? Rustling. There in the bush. Is it a bush? You can’t be sure. Your eyes don’t work here. They lie to you. So, who knows what is true? What is actually there? You stay, can’t move anymore. You want to see light, you don’t want to be alone anymore. Another lightning, another scream. Then you feel someone coming towards you. More people are coming towards you, they touch you everywhere. As much as you try, you can’t get rid of them. And then, in the blink of an eye, the light goes on and you realize you’re on a Halloween party. Surrounded by your friends. That was the trick, and now comes the treat.
Fear _______________________________
You fear the fear, that’s what you can hear, it’s coming near, closer to your ear, do you fear? Put on the special gear, look at someone’s rear, who’s there to fear? Is he really that near? Can you hear with your ear? What is it that you fear?
Recipes - please click to enlarge ______________________________
I guess it was time again to write another poem. Please write me what you think of it. Thanks.
I know you are somewhere out there I feel you every day. I feel your presence, I feel you next to me, even though I know you aren’t here. Not with me, not in person. Mentally you are here, close Every day we get closer, the connection. What hold us together? Fate. We are meant to find each other. One day. I am awaiting this day. I know it will come. I know it will come soon. That I can not just feel you, that I can touch you. That I see you not only with my heart I wanna see you with my eyes, wanna hold you in my arms. Embrace you tight. I wanna smell you, I wanna hold you and wanna be held. I need you, because I love you. I haven’t met you, but I am waiting. Because I know my waiting will soon be over. I am waiting for this day to come, I am waiting for you. My fate.
As it is, in my mind, something really important, and I thought about the moment and its uniqueness so intensively this week, I decided to dedicate this weekend to the moment. And so there is the second poem I wrote this week about our own biggest treasure chest, that we most of the time don't notice, but we all have one. So, what do you see, when you look inside of it? When I felt lonely, and couldn’t see any future, couldn’t see how it should go on, and what I am supposed to do, a man showed up, he just appeared, sat next to me. We talked endlessly, and it felt good. When I asked him where he came from, he looked at me, right into my eyes and said, that he was here all the time, I just haven’t noticed him. I replied this can’t be possible, but then he said that the eyes can’t see everything that is existing. When I looked at him puzzled, He asked me what my biggest treasure is. I wondered about that question and said that I’m not rich, that I don’t have much money, no gold and not even a piece of jewelry. He said that everyone has a treasure chest, it’s full of something that is more precious than any money. I was thinking about that, me sitting in front of that chest, opening it, and see its content sparkling. I would be rich, finally, my sorrows would all be gone, and all my pain would be simply removed, but then I asked myself why no one had ever told me about it. So I asked him where mine is, where I could find my treasure chest. And then he smiles: Right in front of you.
On September 27, the 6th season of The Big Bang Theory will start, time to get once again back to the first episode of the 5th season. The sentence ‘This is not what it looks like’ inspired me to write that short story about that not everything can be seen with the eyes, there are so many things we can’t see, but they are there anyway. And when three people look at the same thing, they don’t have to see the same thing, too. Wanna have an example? Let me explain it to you with that poem.
I open it and say: it’s filled with time. Nothing is more precious than taking some time to spend and look at that chest, maybe sharing that moment with a person you love. Because time will become more and more precious in our world in which everything seems to rush faster and faster.
Last week I wrote a new poem which I now want to share with you. It started with that one thought, that one sentence which came into my mind:
Here and now, this one moment, arose from the past, for lasting unforgotten in the future.
It’s there, all the time, surrounds me, but I can’t catch it, I can’t hold, can’t keep it. I can’t actually see it, but I feel it. I wanna hold it, don’t wanna give it away, it flows like water through my hands. It doesn’t stop, once it’s gone, it will never come back. Even though I wanna frame it, capture it that I will never forget it, but I simply can't. It changed everything, turned my life upside down, I can’t describe it, don’t know where it came from. Out of a sudden it was just there, felt like rushing by, like a shooting star in the sky. It was so special, it was so unique, I know it’s gone, I know it won’t come back. But that doesn’t matter, because I’ve saved it in my mind. FOREVER.
the life is full of moments, take your time and enjoy them all
Here is my new poem 'The Sun'. Hope you guys like it. I would appreciate it a lot if you would leave me a comment what you think about it.
Walked through the dark across the park. No light, but silence and cold, felt so lonely and old, painful, shivering and weak and completely unable to speak.
But then an embrace, warmth touched her face. Then a sparkle, a light and it brightened up her night. It started to shine, and she stopped to whine.
For that moment so brief, she felt like robbed by a thief. Someone took it, tightly holding it, didn’t want to give it back, and she thought ‘what the heck?’
Like wearing glasses, she suddenly could see the masses, the masses of colors and light won that long lasting fight. Cozy like in front of a fireplace she only felt the tight embrace.
Her world started to move again, left behind the storm, the rain, the pain. The night was gone, he was the one, who brought her back to life and let soon might be his wife.
The light beat the night, the cold was put on hold, She felt the breeze, the squeeze. He made her alive, dancing jive, singing along wasn’t wrong and she wasn’t lying, it felt like flying.
The past was past, the pain was vast. But she lives for the future, still visible are her wound’s suture, but that will blur and vanish soon, all fears will be banished until noon.
He made her world turning, shining warm but not burning. First he was the moon at night, shone so bright, guided her through the park, and through a world so dark.
The ‘he’ is you and her am I, I just stopped being shy, and telling you why I am so glad you came by. Because now life’s so much fun, with you, the warmth, the light, my sun.
