poetry

poetry

Love is a clash of lightnings

Love is a clash of lightnings

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.

I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am God, la de dah.

I am God, la de dah.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I've triedto become someone else for a while,only to discover that he, too, was me.

I've triedto become someone else for a while,only to discover that he, too, was me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

Truths are written, never said... Lines are drawn, but then they fade.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light.

I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We pull our boots on with both handsbut we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorryabout the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

We pull our boots on with both handsbut we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorryabout the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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