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I lie in bed at night and listen to it.
The words can mean so much.
The rhythm's maker must know me,
because I hear what I feel in my heart.
My un-articulated hopes and joys,
fears and triggers,
named and explained
and all I have to do is feel the music.
I used to close my eyes
and take a journey inside the sound,
traveling places my mind created –
my own sonic refuge.
Following the emotions in each tune,
my breast has swelled as that of a hero.
I have cried like a fool.
Have you?
The words can mean so much.
The rhythm's maker must know me,
because I hear what I feel in my heart.
My un-articulated hopes and joys,
fears and triggers,
named and explained
and all I have to do is feel the music.
I used to close my eyes
and take a journey inside the sound,
traveling places my mind created –
my own sonic refuge.
Following the emotions in each tune,
my breast has swelled as that of a hero.
I have cried like a fool.
Have you?
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I see you everyday and
everyday I try to throw
away all these memories
of you.
We were inseparable--
you and I
complete opposites
yet so close
like magnets
opposites attract.
The jokes that
no one but us understood
still get a chuckle from me
from time to time
but then I remember--
and stop.
The noises, the yelling
We were practically drowning
in anger and hatred
Phone calls were
absolute shit
silence for an hour
until someone finally
just hangs up
The end was
inevitable
held my hand out
one last time
and that's how
it stayed.
I found our old pictures from
back when physical photos
were a common thing
our smil
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Ungeschickte Liebesbriefe
Im Flackernden Kerzenschein
sitze ich nun wieder allein
Vor mir liegt ein Blatt Papier
es gelangt niemals zu dir
Des Federkiels spitze in die Tinte sinkt
In der Truhe meine Gefühle zu dir verschlossen sind
Ruhen Briefe für dich mein Bezauberndes Windeskind
Wage es nicht dich zu berühren
deine Seele zu verführen
Azur Blaue Rosen
die ich einst für dich gesät
unter Worten die Liebkosen
Mein Blick diesen Rosenstock erspäht
entweichen mir Tränen
welche deinen Namen voller Sehnsucht erwähnen
Sie fallen auf die verschlossenen Blüten nieder
finden sich in des Wassers Kreislauf wieder
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I wrote this at night on September 15, 2012. I was just sitting alone that night, thinking.
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Definitely can relate. I often listen to music in cases I can’t fall asleep. I don't understand much of free verse so I guess its normal that the flow tends to be choppy at places. In any case, good job.