poetry

poetry

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness.I will feast on your hunger.

I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness.I will feast on your hunger.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen

My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to me to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Since when," he asked,"Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

Since when," he asked,"Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, I'm gonna bring this one home.

She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, I'm gonna bring this one home.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How does a poet know when a poem is ended? Because it lies flat, taut; nothing can be added or subtracted. How does a woman know when a marriage is over? Because of the way her life suddenly shears off in just two directions: past and future.

How does a poet know when a poem is ended? Because it lies flat, taut; nothing can be added or subtracted. How does a woman know when a marriage is over? Because of the way her life suddenly shears off in just two directions: past and future.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Later that night she picked the polish offwith her front teeth until the bed you sharedfor seven years seemed speckled with glitterand blood.

Later that night she picked the polish offwith her front teeth until the bed you sharedfor seven years seemed speckled with glitterand blood.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Cansado,sobre todo,de estar siempre conmigo,de hallarme cada día,cuando termina el sueño,allí, donde me encuentre,con las mismas naricesy con las mismas piernas...

Cansado,sobre todo,de estar siempre conmigo,de hallarme cada día,cuando termina el sueño,allí, donde me encuentre,con las mismas naricesy con las mismas piernas...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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