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  • Poetry Book

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    I wanted to tidy up the blog and delete some unnecessary posts. I restored several blog entries, but they are now in the wrong order according to the publishing date. The posts have been accidentally shuffled. I’m not sure when I will begin drawing the illustrations for the poems, but it would be a lovely…

  • Deep Blue

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    Verse 1I’m doing well, I’m doing bad,You love me, you don’t love me,I pick petals, one by one,Sitting in the meadow, where the flowers are doneHow are you? Thanks, I’m doing fine,But in my heart, someone committed a crime.My heart is broken, everything is stolenI sweep away the pile of shards unspoken ChorusThe mood is…

  • blue kiss – raw text

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    Aug 10, 2024 Here is a poetic text about Blue Kiss. I’m in my writing process. But it doesn’t have any rhymes yet. The challenge is to maintain the meaning or to hide a few dark truths behind metaphors. Blue Kiss (Verse 1)In a dimly lit room filled with the scent of ink and paper,Out…

  • music poem – part 5 & 6

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    Aug 5, 2024 I really enjoy writing poems or songs. Here’s another song about loneliness and another about cliffs. Verse 1Lying here, the night is still,Pillow soft, but I feel the chill.Thoughts of you, they fill my mind,In this silence, it’s your voice I find. Pre-ChorusTears fall like rain, I wipe them away,Miles between us,…

  • walk home – poem

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    Jul 29, 2024 I wrote these verses on my way home while I had to wait for the tram and came home. It truly happened. Walk home The evening settles in,A balmy warm summer night,Darkness slowly creeping,Under a sky so bright. A beautiful, radiant blue,With streetlights glowing orange,I come home late tonight,While vacation spirits flourish.…

  • straight down – right in the blue

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    Tying my shoelaces, pulling my jacket on,Grabbing my handbag, locking the door, I’m gone.Rain starts to fall, a moment of doubt,But I walk straight ahead, fear all but out.Walking into the depths of my mind,No fear grips me, troubles left behind.Accustomed to mishaps, I stand tall,Unfazed by fate’s attempts to enthrall.Drenched by the rain, yet…