Picture poetry: Balance.


Spottet in the park,

fire and ice, way after dark

secret lovers at their usual spot, she knows where to find him

it's right around the block

every night they linger in each others charm

he's having her back,

she holds his arm

cause they know the world would be truly lost

if they'd handle it like Robert Frost

and go and try to divide the pie.

There is a reason why opposites attract

and in my head it looks just like that.

 

I always know that I really like a picture when it makes my thoughts come with matching ends.

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You belong to someone else, I got somebody too.

But for now and some more days,

there's only me and you. 

nothing. at least.

 

I don't know if it's possible to ever get fully over the pain of losing someone you loved. Maybe I will one day.

Nothing matters

there's Nothing to think about

Nothing to cry and yell about

Nothing to talk and dream about

there's Nothing left


Nothing.at least.


I hold on to the Nothing

that you left me

Nothing is all I got

it's everything

I can't let my Nothing go

just to realise that I am empty since you've been gone 


Nothing.at least.
at least nothing.

L.

 

 


last night.

 

                                               I feel sexy.

I feel special. Loud and strong.

A little goofy, but unbreakable.

Not perfect but real.

 

Like a girl. Like a woman. Like me.

 

 

     

 

I love being a woman.

L.

energy.

 

"Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence."


William Blake

R.I.P.

I could watch this over and over again.stunned.the look in her eyes.the way she moves.

 

 

 

 

Alone

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

There are some millionaires

With money they can't use

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody

No, nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is gonna blow

The race of man is suffering

And I can hear the moan,

'Cause nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

 

 

Maya Angelou  

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne