poetry

poetry

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

younot wanting mewasthe beginning of mewanting myselfthank you

younot wanting mewasthe beginning of mewanting myselfthank you

Jun 20, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Jun 18, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

Jun 18, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Jun 18, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,whoever I was, I wasalive for a little while.

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,whoever I was, I wasalive for a little while.

Jun 18, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Jun 17, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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