I have never dedicated a whole blog post to just one musician, and now I almost feel bad about writing this. But also, I have to share this. I have just been to Brussels to see Aurora live at “Forest National”. It was my third time seeing her, and I love her music deeply. InContinue reading “About a magical night in Brussels with Aurora”
Tag Archives: Love
Darkness in poetry (in pictures)
I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.
Tale about the hurt
„Did it hurt?“, the witch asked the one with the most terrifying mask on, as she mended wounds the world had never seen. „Did it hurtwhen we touchedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my claws? Did it hurtwhen we kissedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my teeth? Did it hurtwhen weContinue reading “Tale about the hurt”
The unlikely love of a witch
„What if I loved you with all my heart and skin and soul?“, the witch whispers into an oncoming storm. What if she did? What if she loved you with all of her heart?She loved you with all of her heart, but it was soaked in blood. What if she loved you with all ofContinue reading “The unlikely love of a witch”
“Will we live enough?”
„How can you be so sure that this it not it?“, she asks the boy with the dramatic eyes a question she knows she should avoid, as the witch is watching from the distance.Sitting by the river, probably, and having some vanilla ice cream. As their eyes meet, they kiss. „This could easily be theContinue reading ““Will we live enough?””
Tale about a bespelled heart
“You put a spell on me!” When she was,His chest was burning.When she spoke,He wished for her to sing.When she moved,His body yearned to follow.Wherever she went,To her home.Where she would rest,Would change her clothes,Would clean her skin.Or even further,Into the forest,Where she would sing.Would pick up flowers.Or receive secretly kisses.She made him do this,HeContinue reading “Tale about a bespelled heart”
Words for my spring flame
The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
Painless tale
“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
A tale worth telling!
One thing the witch knew was that the world was on fire, in those days that her tale is about.Her tale that is being told,with all the horrors along the way. She had been breathing the ashes,and she had lost a fingertip while picking up the shardsof things. And why is it worth telling ofContinue reading “A tale worth telling!”
Tale about trust
Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.The path was here yesterday.The path is here now.But how to know that is not gonna crack?How to know that it is not gonna crumble?Or disappear?Is walking it down 1000 times enough?Enough to trust?EnoughContinue reading “Tale about trust”
Tale about a witching promise
“I try not to lose my heart.Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?And I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose your now.So, I climb up that wall.On ranks, over loose stones.Not sure if I’ll survive.I won’t give up now,because I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose you now.” … A witch sang into theContinue reading “Tale about a witching promise”
Awake since death
Hands collecting shards.They are cutting through the basket.Some are getting stuck in skin.She has been awake since death. Arms being strengthened.Muscles pulsating.A stomach denying food.He has been awake since death. No one is speaking.No words ever fit.Silence is singing.They have been awake since death. Tissue ripped open.Bodies untouched.Songs unsung.Skin to stone, with cracks revealing:We haveContinue reading “Awake since death”
“I wish I could have loved you in better days.”
„ I wish I‘d loved you in better days.“ But would it have been love? With the sun tickling skin unharmed yet?With a glass of wine drowning words forgotten tomorrow?With kisses unimportant, because they never were the last ones? „Then, I wish I‘d loved in easier days.“ But would two souls have found each other,Continue reading ““I wish I could have loved you in better days.””
Scattered tale
Once, she consisted of many parts.They granted her all shapes and forms to exist in this world. Some parts were a daughter,to be loved and protected and sometimes laughed with. Some parts were a sister,to be sometimes admired and often envied, and always cared for. Some parts were a friend,to enjoy to be heard andContinue reading “Scattered tale”
Dystopia faith
Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.So she ran too fast.She missed her step, and broke her legs. The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.So she swallowed it all.She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul. The witchingContinue reading “Dystopia faith”
Kill the heart
A witch once had to kill a heart. She had to cut it out of a chestheavily suffocating,for it was shining too brightand too goldenout of infectious eyesmaking a soul leak.A witch reached out for it.And for the golden sparklethat felt so lonelyand so lostin a world gone mad. She removed the ribbons and theContinue reading “Kill the heart”
Choking tale
Life before witching took place … … when breathing into a chestcovered in fabricand held back by ribbonsto never let go. … when a tongue was tastingwhat teeth were chewingfor a pitfearing to be full. … when eyes sawwhatever was expectedonly to ignore the shadowrushing in the corner. But what if … … someone takesContinue reading “Choking tale”
Tale across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
Empathic Dystopia
A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”
Coffee in Dystopia
The world is on fire.The ashes is spreading.We are coughing the smoke.…and I want to have coffee with you. Dead bodies piled up.Their names never known.Their faces are shadows.…and I yearn for a coffee with you. There is poison in the air.In your breath.In my mouth.… but please have a coffee with me. Have aContinue reading “Coffee in Dystopia”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Tale about forgiveness
Once the witch was placed next to the window nailed shut, he would enter the room and ask her to relief the world from her voice too sweet.„But I haven‘t even said anything“, she would whisper.„So you will never know the blessing of silence“, he would respond. Once her hands were in chains and boundContinue reading “Tale about forgiveness”
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
To the one chasing the nightmare
These days were not dark.They also weren‘t light.They were noise.Sometimes yellow.But mostly gray. And she was not waiting anymore.But wishing for things, still.And into the distance that wasn‘t even one,but rather an empty hole,she whispered: „Oh, if the world hadn‘t hurt you!If only your eyes would sparkle!And if the world hadn‘t scarred me.And if onlyContinue reading “To the one chasing the nightmare”
My heart fears your departure
My heart fears your departure. What if you have already left?Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?My heart feels the distance growing.Never knowing where exactly you are.Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.What if you have leftContinue reading “My heart fears your departure”
Tale about growth
If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.Blooming in the rain.With roots deep in the ground.With the earth embracing her.And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.With a blossom welcoming the sun.But she grew without your eyes.Without your thoughts and words.And they left an empty space.An empty space to fall into.TheyContinue reading “Tale about growth”
Mistress witch writes 