Do you really think,
that someone once actually thought,
that they saw lightning from above,
trapped behind small wings that fought,
just to stay above the ground,
making a little buzzing sound,
letting off a little light,
in a darkening night.
you ask me to turn around and if i am crying
but you ask insincerely with a tone of irritance
i turn around and i deny, my voice wavering slightly
i hope you do not see the tears retained in my eyelashes
but your blurry vision could not catch my expression
i got away, yet barely.
There is something in
vain the hare limits
of good tasteless. Shes
got a bate between a bright
the drawn that now awaken with
a double. Doth ly, till shine own sphere hath
beene when the charm manna
and water, came on
their placed, soon on
What Makes Me Feel Safe - #security #safety #poetry
She asked what makes me feel safe.
In reply I say: To have beside me
The Almighty God. No circumstance will chafe,
External factors will never trouble or guide me.
I do not say that God is in my pocket.
He’s no one’s personal genie, idol or charm.
I fear his holy Name — let no one mock it.
But under his wing his people come to no harm,
For they possess what even death can’t touch:
No human can…
When I was 2, love was “ I got you ice cream and chocolates”, messy houses, screaming in delight, nursery poems and small accidents
When I was 4, love was “I stay here for you”, messy bedrooms, TV nights, kisses on the cheek and someone’s hand down my pants
When I was 6, love was “I’m stuck here because of you”, messy fights, screaming with anger, silent dinners and bruises on my skin
When I was 8, love was “I’m doing this for you, you’ll thank me someday”, messy emotions, broken vases, crying with pain and red marks on cheeks
When I was 10, love was “you are a burden”, messy apologies, secrets from your mom, laughing with a friend and horrible violent nightmares
When I was 12, love was “you destroyed my happiness”, gossiping with friends, reruns of tv shows, messy closets and dark marks covered by clothes
When I was 14, love was “I told you not to wear that”, laughing in pain, messy lies , shameful whispers of secrets and watching what you eat
When I was 16, love was “Don’t tell anyone what happened”, loss of someone you admired, secrets of a teacher, messy relationships and your best friend stabbing you in the back
When I was 18, love was “ I’m not good enough” , panic attacks in the bathroom, not eating for days, messy life and a constant emptiness where your heart should be
When I will be 20, I hope love will be freedom and joy and messy and complex. I hope love will be enough
Why did you leave me on the cross roads,
Cold and alone,
With a thousand thoughts creating a storm.
You left me in the darkest skies,
my coldest hour ,
Did it make you feel better ?
To know I was breaking,
Under your footstep .
Pressure after pressure,
As you watched me shatter
But it didn’t matter.
If you were true , You thought you could piece
Me back together
With glue .
But never the same
And now your ashamed
Because the damaged you caused
Is clear .
I love boots
High
14 eyed monsters
Hard
Shiny
Belligerent
Thick soled
Crunch
The gravel
Ready
To rumble
Kick shit
Sweep along
Like
Great Ocean liners
Pushing
Waves aside
With inpunity
Ice breakers
Dam busters
Paint
The town
Birds scatter
Buildings crumble
Earthquake alert
Hit
The drum
Feed me
Drop
The donkey
Get a horse
Move aside
Nobody
Steps on
Baby’s toes
And…
Your Hand
in the warmth of summer
I found something cold
and all that I wonder
is the chance to hold
what you think is bony
i find quite lovely
your hand
When they learned from this language as the water like the past stain greener pastures of myself choking on homeward.
What i finally i’ll sleep.
This world’s this quilt’s making.
In this flesh, from myself in someone.
.
“it’s not catch them and found but that i climb and sleep- came down the fear i will end, in the fear i allude to fall with the spell that you.
Thus the grates.
Will you love me when the tears keep falling
Will you love me when the stories are too hard to hear
Will you love me when your skin starts crawling
And the ugly over beauty becomes too clear
Will you love me when it’s hard to reach me
Will you love me when my mind is in the past
Will you love me when the hurt tries to keep me
Will you love me when the sobs come hard and fast
The answer is yes
I will always love me
And take care
And hold my aching heart close
Keep it warm within my chest
Day 1- Introduce yourself! What’s some basic info you’d like to share about yourself? Also! What are you studying? (If you’re in college, what’s your major? which semester are you in?)
Hi! I’m Amalia and I’m in my second year of university. I’m studying German Language and Literature. At the moment, I’m in my second semester and still in online classes.
I really like reading books, watching series or films, learning languages, etc. I hope to be able to get a diary soon so I can write my thoughts and ideas !
