Romance

I only know her face

I only know her face
And it’s already enough…
For me to love all that she is

I can only imagine her kiss…
But it’s already too much
For me to resist

I can but stand outside…

Fire

A thought triggers the spark
You are the heat that ignites my passion
I could be broken down
at the side of the road
in the cold of December
But visions of you
feed a flame in my heart

a warning

watch out

False promising rhyme

I can hear that song again
It's chords are vibrating through my mind again
That familiar old tune
Filling up my soul again
As the tempo picks up
The rhythm pounds at my heart again

standards & results

result

The Spacious T

A solo trip away makes a woman understand her boyfriend.

Beautiful

As soon as you leave
I'm remembering the time that we just spent together

Missing - It lives in me

Missing is alive, it breathes in me

Girl sitting so close

Girl sitting so close,
Do you feel it too?
There's something going on,
Between me and you.
A catch of the eye,
A slip of the tongue,
A playful smile,
Hints of whats to come.

Meaning of Free

Poem that was inspired by a song, but I took my own spin on it. It's not perfect but this is what I've came up with so far. :) hope you like!

A sin of overintellectualization (Montevideo, Jan 23, 2012)

This impending
gloomndoom
fed by reading
a perfect novel
about the truths of marriage
and a Cerulean bird

bred by a love of you
that´s killed at birth

harvested soon
beyond regret

some guy: a fool.

some guys is a fool, the poem

Void: 3

After we got back from the crime scene, I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands. There were some days, like today, were I just couldn’t take my job.

Void: 2

The headache started before I even walked into the building. Maybe it was because I walked three blocks without any food, the sun blazed down on my back, or that it was the middle of July.

Void: 1

Trusting a person is difficult - but trusting the wrong one can be deadly.

You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story.

There are monsters all around us.

 The Tired Dweller and Mara

A poem for Mara, whom I met under strange circumstances yesterday.

That Date

Nothing to declare

Hulda and the Elf-Knight

A fairy tale about different kinds of love, runes and evil spirits.

 Unfound Immortal

You never looked, though I begged you
With eyes encrusted in old tears
My words hung sundered in my mouth
Rolling like stones round my teeth

My heart would have caved in