Am I home?
This room that I own with the things that I like just as warm as I want and adorned to my delight. With a comfortable bed, but every time i go to sleep a bitter coldness starts to seep, remembering I have not shared it yet. Am I home? -R....
Our Paradise, hidden in plain sight.
I never thought i would maybe end up writing a poem, or have the urge to write more. Well, here I am, a German writing english poems, because german is an annoying language. Please, if there are any things that make no sense, no matter how you look at...
Guessing you
Remember our souls touching? Lying bare with one another calmly breathing, backs together warm, content and no one watching. Should I not have turned around? Wait for you to make a move? I laid my feelings out, so you can see. Did something in...
Dance
Unknown darkness, cold and harsh, beating heart skin crawling. The air carries the presence of a huntress. Mind screaming -get up and run- so you do. You can feel, she is onto you. Tracking your steps, catching your scent. Bolting after...