poetry

poetry

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere,because where I am folded,there I am a lie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Never fear the thing you feel-- Only by love is life made real

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Poverty of young men alone behind thestairways, who practicealchemy inside bottle caps, who knowthe altruism of a last syringe.

Poverty of young men alone behind thestairways, who practicealchemy inside bottle caps, who knowthe altruism of a last syringe.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Let me begin again as a speckof dust caught in the night windssweeping out to sea. Let me beginthis time knowing the world issalt water and dark clouds, the worldis grinding and sighing all night, and dawncomes slowly, and changes nothing.

Let me begin again as a speckof dust caught in the night windssweeping out to sea. Let me beginthis time knowing the world issalt water and dark clouds, the worldis grinding and sighing all night, and dawncomes slowly, and changes nothing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wind up stretched across the couchstill nodding with Sherlock Holmesexamining our crushed veins

I wind up stretched across the couchstill nodding with Sherlock Holmesexamining our crushed veins

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest menI've ever met."poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.

It got so bad that Al thoughtmaybe it washimso he went to a shrinkand askedand the shrink said,"you're one of the sanest menI've ever met."poor Al.that made him feelworse than ever.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

[…] but she cannot make him eat, like you.

[…] but she cannot make him eat, like you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You ask my love completest,As strong next year as now,The devil take you, sweetest,Ere I make aught such vow.Life is a masque that changes,A fig for constancy!No love at all were better,Than love which is not free.

You ask my love completest,As strong next year as now,The devil take you, sweetest,Ere I make aught such vow.Life is a masque that changes,A fig for constancy!No love at all were better,Than love which is not free.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze...

No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Be a poet in action as well as in words.

Be a poet in action as well as in words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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