poetry

poetry

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A truth should exist,it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon?

A truth should exist,it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon?

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all.

I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all.

Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.

Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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