How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)
It was a fresh, blissful sunday afternoon, the streets of Berlin were quiet and peaceful; the invasive sounds of sirens had slowed down and the sun shined through the scattered clouds lighting up the faces below. Various women of all different ages and nationalities had gathered in an attempt to open up, understand and engage … Continue reading Wacky Women
Sorry to sit somber I do not spark nor illuminate the strokes her pondering brushes I can not hold the paint brush for anyone Never designate certain colors Only envelop that soul In content To acquaint and edify my own - H. O'neill - Yvie Ratzmann (Photograph)
The same beautiful patterns The same mesmerising bullshit. . The same honest words The same cruel tongue. The same caring nature The same judgmental punishment. . The same happy vibes The same moody exterior. . The same passionate touch The same selfish needs. . A window once closed has now sprung open My heart still … Continue reading Dried Up
Compromise is a wonderful thing Just think of all the peace it brings . You're at each others throats all day With no one wanting to give way. . You are right; they are wrong The argument is oh so long! . Yet with thought and consideration You can get past this situation. . Listen … Continue reading Compromise
The rest see beauty in romantic reverie But I see beyond your spurious smile Although no tears lay unbidden to your cheek Portraying the dark nooks of your memory Every minute you spend sauntering beyond those clouds I know misrepresents the pieces of your heart As I have also worn that face Trying to jigsaw … Continue reading Crocodile Smile
Seemingly normal with a weird tangy taste, our time together never went to waste. . Always you and me, me and you, merged into one. . A connection so strong, how could it go wrong? . Completely and utterly, Gone. . As reality hits. I'm not sure who really exists. But as time goes by, … Continue reading The living dead.
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