poetry

poetry

With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.

With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.

I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.

She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.

You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light,Upon the heart of men.Have hope! though clouds environ round,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from thy brow,No night but hath its morn.Have love! not love alone for one, But man as man thy brother call,And scatter like the circling sun,Thy charities on all.

There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light,Upon the heart of men.Have hope! though clouds environ round,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from thy brow,No night but hath its morn.Have love! not love alone for one, But man as man thy brother call,And scatter like the circling sun,Thy charities on all.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

When by my solitary hearth I sit,When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit,And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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