poetry

poetry

I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.

I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

bila tanganku tak mampu lagi menyentuhmu, maka biarlah doa menggantikannya

bila tanganku tak mampu lagi menyentuhmu, maka biarlah doa menggantikannya

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

merindukanmu adalah indahnya rasa, yang sukar kusembunyikan keresahannya

merindukanmu adalah indahnya rasa, yang sukar kusembunyikan keresahannya

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

So, the darkness hid the little girl in herself,to protect her from the wolves with the human mask on their faces.

So, the darkness hid the little girl in herself,to protect her from the wolves with the human mask on their faces.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….

I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane.And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.—You look like poetry

Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane.And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.—You look like poetry

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What does life give me in the end but sorrow?What do love's good and evil send but sorrow?I've only seen one true companion - pain,And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

What does life give me in the end but sorrow?What do love's good and evil send but sorrow?I've only seen one true companion - pain,And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Gentle whispers from above Awakened me more Than ever did This loud world

Gentle whispers from above Awakened me more Than ever did This loud world

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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