I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wantedContinue reading “Intimate tale”
Tag Archives: Poem
World ache tale
This darkness is not mineA rainy cloudIs ready to burstWe’re sobbing too loudIt’s not personalAt all. This sadness is not mineMy dead motherIs dangling from the ceilingHanging in the kitchenI think she might be leaking. This pain is not mineThe world has gone lostFlames are soaringIt’s spilling bloodAnd I still have skin. Is this bodyContinue reading “World ache tale”
Secret of tonight
“You’re sure you’re gonna survive this?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. No, but I’m undead since age 5.“Really?”YeaDaddy killed meWhen I was 5It was the kind a murderWhere nobody dies.I forgotHow to survive.That’s Enough secrets spilledFor tonight.
We, the fallen daughters
“Isn’t it comforting to know that you can’t fall deeper than that?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.“Deeper than what?”“Than right into the hand of god?” And her wine laughter bursts. I am a fallen daughter.And as it is with this kind of falling, there hardly ever seems to be a bottom to reach.I amContinue reading “We, the fallen daughters”
Nowhere girl
Lasciviously provoking the universe, a witch once asked: “He is not coming back, right?” The girl that came from nowhereLearned how to danceWhen her world wasTurned upside down.When she was foundThe earth moved againWith forces reachingFor skin,As she whispers:“You can’t leave me now, ‘cause I’ve unlearned how to breathe.” The girl that has nowhere toContinue reading “Nowhere girl”
Damaged girl tale
This poem smells like rain and tastes like Coffee with a shot. Or as my witch would say: “What a wonderful start for a tragedy.” If you look at meFor a bit too longI’m sure you’ll seeSo I’ll tiptoe aroundI can’t let you inOn my secret trickNot nowNot yet. All the thingsThat I carry aroundAreContinue reading “Damaged girl tale”
Girl in an empty room
I’m still a girl,In an empty room,Wishing we could allBe in here. The white of the walls,Is telling a story,Having an ending,I won’t accept. I am still a girlCrying aloneIn the forestAt night. Your footsteps were thereJust a minute ago.I could have sworn!Maybe I should have. I am still a girl,Able to tell,That I amContinue reading “Girl in an empty room”
Dystopia face
How can I be so scared of your face?Of pretty eyes,So huge and round.Of lips being parted,Slowly losing their shape.How can I be so scared of this face?Is it the wayYour skin is wrapped around your skull?Is it the wayYour hair clings to your forehead?Is it the way you bleed,The way your tears paintThrough theContinue reading “Dystopia face”
What stories are made of …
We are the thing only stories can tell.Your eyesHiding a sufferingOn the insideMy handsNever reachingBut longingFor your skinAnd allThat hides within. We are the things that songs are made for.All the wordsSwallowed in pain,But meaning the worldAll the dreamsBorn with a touchOver too soon.I need you,Please have me,take me,Please be the oneTo fest on myContinue reading “What stories are made of …”
“I see your face at every corner.”
I see your face at every corner.I watch the stars rise. I see your face at every corner.My skin was wrapped into yours safely,Under the same colour of sky.I see your face and every corner.I watch the stars rise.He wears your coat.She has your eyes.I watch the stars rise.He has your hair.Your face is missing.IContinue reading ““I see your face at every corner.””
“Is it safe to sleep tonight?”
Is it safe to sleep at night?My eyes are so heavy.My thoughts blur away.I need to rest,But what if the shadows grow over my head? Is it safe to sleep at night?Who will come,If I turn off the lights?I hear them in the distance,From the back of my head. I hear a whisper,Waiting in theContinue reading ““Is it safe to sleep tonight?””
Lonely window tale
“I’m not ready to sing by myself!” Between layers of silk,she disappears.For the scent of roses,she is parting her lips.Whatever escapes,can’t ever be heard.As the velvet dances,she can be seen,and is ready to sing,to assure his return.with eyes so keen.Until one day,he does not. And won’t ever hearwhat could be a sighand not the innocentContinue reading “Lonely window tale”
Tale for fragile things
I don’t want to leave you.Please don’t leave me.I don’t think we’ll have to,we don’t have to break up.Our bodies do it for us.They are so fragile.We’re fragile things. This moment will pass.Please don’t let it go.I will breathe it in.I will store it inside,to have it haunt me,haunt the inside of my head,as aContinue reading “Tale for fragile things”
Haunted in poetry (in pictures)
If you’re not loved, being haunted is the next best thing. Or is it even better? What has more passion in it than whispering the bitter-sweet proposal “Will you haunt me too?” instead of “Please don’t ever leave me!” … Read my poem here. I’ll haunt you either way, I promise.
… because a witch loves wild!
“We’re both stuck on this roller coaster, boy”, my witch giggles sadly into the 4 PM darkness. We can’t always face it together.We can meet occasionally.Share a moment.Share a kiss.Maybe there, high up on the top!The moment right before the fall!Skin on skin,before the force is pulling it once more.Or down there in the shadows,whereContinue reading “… because a witch loves wild!”
“Stare at me with the lights out.”
“That’s what I told him”, my witch giggles into my cup of tea. “That’s what she said.” And we spill some. Stare at me with the lights out.I want to feel you,but you can’t see me.I need to feel youreyes on me. Stare at me with the lights out,and give me your secrets.I’m in loveContinue reading ““Stare at me with the lights out.””
“Can I start living tomorrow?”
“Better than wishing back yesterday”, my witch giggles, stealing the cup of tea from my hands as it starts raining. I want to live.I want too much.Can I just live tomorrow?I want to live too much,but not today. Maybe another day.Not maybe,I am sure.I want to live.Just not today. I can‘t exist.Just not today.The worldContinue reading ““Can I start living tomorrow?””
“Will you haunt me too?”
„Please be kind“, the witch begged her demon. Please be kindI need to keep youhere in my headI want to keep youhere in my bed. Be careful with meAll my dreams have gone badthats why I need youhere in my head. Be sweet with meI need to keeo youto face youwith eyes closedspeak to youwithContinue reading ““Will you haunt me too?””
Tale for singing by the window
„Who is ever going to hear me,if I don‘t sing by the window?Would you have heard me,that very night?What if I dare to,but nobody is passing by?Will I ever know,if I never sing by the window?“, … a witch once sighed.
The tragedies we love …
Rushing through the pages, my witch is drowned in the blue hour of the sunset.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“, she demands, her voice shaking in an intensity that cuts through my chest. When we become stories,we become symbols.What kind of story,do you want to tell?„I don‘t want to be a tragedy!“But my heartContinue reading “The tragedies we love …”
Let’s melt away!
„You can‘t live everyday as if there‘s a knife on your throat“, my witch giggles shaking her head and handing me a glass of lemonade just as heavy rain joined the thunder outside. I can‘t? Sometimes, I don‘t know what to do with these days.These days that aren‘t the first and aren‘t the last.When weContinue reading “Let’s melt away!”
Tale about a girlhood lost
The witch was wrapped in skin that never grewbut was stretchedwas stretched too farwas stretched too earlywas stretched into a shapeit was not yet to know. The witch felt lost within that skinThat was empty at the edgesand did not fitbut swallowed herand she wonderedif she‘d ever fit the space within. The witch saw thatContinue reading “Tale about a girlhood lost”
When witches sing
Branches and leaves tangled up in messy hair, blood leaks from tiny wounds here and there. A soakinh wet dress, of course, and a smile on those lips as if kissed just now.That is how my witch just came home, ready to sing. „You feel so far away today.Your path leads north,but mine does not.IContinue reading “When witches sing”
Words at the horizon
„It‘s just me and the horizon again.Whenever I have those words for you, I bring them here.I bring them out on an open field, and leave them with the horizon,hoping for them to reach you.And together we waitFor a shooting star,A rainbow,A thunder storm. All of these words that are yours,All of these words thatContinue reading “Words at the horizon”
How to get through the night
„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”
Where dreams die
“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”
Better tale
I have a feelingit‘s all over my skin.I have an ideaI let myself soak inbut not let it cookwith a bit of VanillaI would be better.If I was with you. I was betterwhen you were there.I have an imagehere in my head.There is an imageI want you to seeof my flouncy skirtand between my fingertipsyourContinue reading “Better tale”
Of cigarettes and wine
Roses and raindropsVanilla and deathwhere have you beenwhen our world was upset? I have been waitinghere all alongin fearof the sun again to appear. Vanilla and Deathcigarettes and winewithout younothing was ever fine. We are so fragilewe need a pathto catch our stepssooner than death. Cigarettes and wineI confused sugar and saltAll I needed washearingContinue reading “Of cigarettes and wine”
Tale from beneath skin
When being looked upon with eyes so sad, a witch once giggled: „Wanna peel off my skin to check what‘s beneath?“ To see what she might hide inside?Does her blood run in purple,instead of red?Do her bones look justlike everybody else‘s? „How can pretty eyes be so sad?“, the witch wonders as they pierce ontoContinue reading “Tale from beneath skin”
Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world
„What is it even worth?“, the witch repeats my question late at night and knows to giggle into the candle light, as she just escaped one of the pretty portraits on the wall.The softest fabrics keeping her in shape.But what is it worth?To breathe into a chest bound so tight?What is it worth?To be inContinue reading “Tale of leftover chocolate at the end of the world”
Mistress witch writes 