poetry
Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
i found god in myselfand i loved heri loved her fiercely
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Poems are a hotline to our hearts, and we forget this emotional power at our peril.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>