

OneYou You are You breath You feel You areOne
I I learn I see you I read you. From you I learn
You know me You give sound to my thoughts You may not notice but You don't have to You know me
I long for perfetion I don't have to, you say but I want to be perfect for you I want to be your pride I want you
You took possession of me You showed me a new world but You still want more You want to give me all the world You just can't understand that You are the world to me


The GiftThe morning sun pleases me with silvery sparks performing a dance on a blue surface Only for me For no one else to see I get lost in the depth of this sightThe Gift
I’m embraced by a warmth that makes me shiver whispering the sweet promise of safety No more forlorn Here and now reborn Gently caressed by the days first light
The air full of a scent so familiar filling my lungs with a dream-like memory You have been there You’ve taken care As peace and wisdom have failed
Now I let the memory slip away opening myself to this light next to


Cold SeasonRain keeps falling onto the window Soon will also fall the last leaf And how would I like to go out into this cold seasons eveCold Season
Still I feel your arms around me as we were watching to the outside where stood this autumnal tinted tree shining in the days last light I remember how you kissed my hair I heard your heart beating at my ear And with you I wanted to share this happiness that seemed so near
Now these happy days are past The tinted leafs fell to the ground Why did they have to fall so fast so unexpected without a sound? Again an


A Writer's Point-of-ViewBeauty is my light Passion my strength And my hope is my dream. For I am a dreamer Short and simpler.A Writer's Point-of-View
I am many things Plain is not one. I think in riddles. I get to hear the birds songs Sung in stanzas As only a writer would.
I am special I am different And I am proud. Do you believe me?
Laughter is to my sunshine As air is to a fish. Confused, not yet.
You are reading what a writer wrote It makes sense to her And she loves it. For in her world Everything is a game, A song, &nbs
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If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party
~Cobra Starship
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Nur einmal wieder so wie früher
Um die Häuser ziehen und mein Leben spüren
Doch diese Stadt gibt nicht viel her
Vielleicht liegts auch an mir, doch unsre Straßen bleiben leer.
ich fühl mich irgendwie gleich viel wohler und ein stück weit freier. Ich hab mich doch tatsächlich in letzter zeit teilweise schon selbst in meinen träumen heimgesucht und war ganz böse zu mir, weil ich den alten account in letzter zeit so vernachlässigt hab
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Truth Has A Bat On Their Head!
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