feelings · 06. June 2021

After all months living in survival mode I am empty, burnt out, left alone. My only hope died, my light has left me. Repeated circles and fights for the wrong things and the wrong people. They all let me stop any activity, any passion, any love and anything what was planned. I feel betrayed, lied to, used and once again empty. Most of the people I write about are not even worth a line. Not even worth a thought. I have loved the wrong ones, my whole life. Even then, as I lost any belief in love....

feelings · 17. March 2021

....are the colours I would describe the last day. I have my own concept now to give my days colours, mottos, a symbol, questions and answers and a symbol that helps me with achievements. As a writer I know about my own misuse, when I wrap every thought in words, bringing it into a poem that is maybe too personal or the expression is too direct. Many of us use poetry directly to express their feelings. Most common poetry is still about love, romance and heartbreak. People love to write and read...