A finely crafted fountain pen A gilded ornate clock with an open iron clockwork A hip flask made out of colored glass and Silver A royal robe, woven from Ermine and Brocade A diadem covered in ruby and topaz A statue of a majestic, sturdy built horse, part of the French cavalry, made out of ivory....Read more

. All my friends are angry. They feel this force. Purple, hot, and smoking. Suffocating. We all are. All my friends are hopeless. They feel the sadness. The blues of our eyes. The stiffness of our bodies. The burned-out brains of me and you. All my friends are numb. They need to save themselves....Read more

Will my love for you end up sitting in dead space? People say falling in love with someone who doesn't love themselves is one of the hardest things to do. Because you think you are a fixer, you think of it as a challenge. You think you can change them, make them see themselves through your eyes, b...Read more

Tatsache ist, ich bin kein Stock, kein Stiel, kein einziger Knochen, kein Gerippe, nicht zerbrechlich und schon garnicht verletzlich. Ich muss nicht beschützt, nicht gehalten, nicht gehoben werden. Ich bin nicht unfair behandelt, nicht gestummt und nicht erniedrigt worden. Ich bin nicht anders, ni...Read more

Sie steigen auf Die Stimmen der Nacht Umringen das Kind Das weinerlich lacht Ein lauter Knall Es fährt zusammen Ein hochroter Ball Der gute Schimmer vergangen Vor einer Stunde war alles noch friedlich hier Nun wütet das grausame, fauchende Tier Es hält mich im Arm bis die Tränen vergehen Bis zum näc...Read more

I can't let go of things that meant a lot to me once I always think they can go back to the way they were I try to hold on so hard that I draw them black in every mind And then I tell myself that I always was the part to be kind I can’t stop myself from sharing every little detail about my soul I'm...Read more

I miss the people who liked me for no reason, because there were no standards i had to put up with. I miss the people who liked me for no reason, because no matter what I did they went along with it. I miss the people who liked me for no reason, because life was easier when i didn't have to worry ab...Read more

I didn't leave you that day. You were just to busy being disappointed instead of thinking clear. It wouldn't have mattered if I was with him or anyone else. You would have felt left alone no matter if I went alone or with somebody, wouldn't you? So there ist no reasoning in blaming him Who sat there...Read more

It's quiet. Kind of like it used to be. But this time, There's a melody. A F#m E Emaj7 All over again This time, Theres music. E G#m C#m G#7 This time, Theres a Key. B So, I guess, its not quiet. Theres this Song. Playing in my head over and over again. And it makes me think of you. I...Read more

He began to write when he was 13. He never stopped since then. His muse was his pain, his lovers, his major life choices, his memories, the things who made him the happiest version of himself, the most important things in his life, but above all the people he met. Those, who stayed silent. He chose ...Read more

Ich denke aus Angst. Ich schweige aus Angst. Ich verzichte aus Angst. Ich schreibe aus Angst. Nichts auf der Welt wird mich jemals vor der Angst bewahren die ich verspüre. Ich habe Angst ich bin zu laut und chaotisch und irritierend. Ich habe Angst, dass du mit mir spielst. Ich habe Angst, dass du ...Read more

A single Tear Upon my face As I watch you go To an unpleasant place Now I'm alone Going to Another home? Wanting to Feel like home But never to Come back home A single breeze Upon the street Messes up my hair Hoping to meet You again But I'm alone Going to Another "home" Wanting to Come back h...Read more

I know you think before you talk because you never run after the past the way I do. I know you think before you talk because You never seem to deprive yourself of sleep over what you said to me. I know you think before you talk because you never seem to regret every single thing you say I know yo...Read more

I ran away and didn't want to look back. I drove four hours to escape my problems. Two hours to never hear the screams again Five hours to start a new life One hour to just be someone else I was doing fine for many weeks. Then they had me taken away to come "home." They wanted to make things bett...Read more

He's tall but not quite And he's sweet but even more bitter. He has big brown eyes. But they turn small and black so often I'm not even sure that they are brown. I don't know anything about him. He likes sport but he actually doesn't He lives where I live. But it's more of a home to me than it i...Read more