the ultimate goal
is to loose myself
in every moment of life
to feel and breathe and
to be
all of the moments
to be timeless
of time
- 4. A.M.
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sometimes it's enough to just exist at the same time as you -
sometimes it's enough to just think of you
- 4.A.M.
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putting presents in paper
honey in our hands
and melodies in our heads
it’s all for you
today and tomorrow and even
the day after
the taste of one simple cake
will never be enough
pick the prettiest flowers
they’d never match my love
so have this poem
as a token of my heart
- 4 A.M. Poetry
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stumbling through words and streets
dense for my non-spoken words
a silence full of bandying
the presence of a touch
followed by the absence of your heeding
did you not notice
or do you not care
- 4 A.M.
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weightless-
no hold of gravity
hovering in the air
up and down
increasingly fast
as the sound of my heart
solitary-
a fragment of light
but collected
like earths second skin
(so rare to see)
(so good to touch)
-4 A.M.
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I never wanted to feel someone
as I do with you now
one look at you is enough
to inflame a fire
between my legs
the fantasy of you
is not fulfilling enough
I want to
I need to
feel your hands
on every spot
of my body
I want your hands
to hold me tight
and I want your beard
to tickle me
at unnamed places
-4 A.M.
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you can find beauty in everything
but why can’t you find that in yourself?
- 4 A.M.
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who am I
I don’t know
and I’m glad about it
what a world
would that be
in which I’m stuck
not changing enough
to fully know myself
the great joy
lies in changing
and getting to know myself
again
and again
and
again
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it feels good to hold my own hand
to know I’ll be there
for me
- 4 A.M.
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say my name
or take my hair
that I so carefully put there
for you to clear my view
give me one of your looks
or slowly touch your lips
while looking at mine
whatever you do
just please
do something
-4 A.M.
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what has love over me
that I crave it more
than anything else
that it pulls me out
of the atmosphere
of pain and hunger and rage
it puts me under a blanket of clouds
and tells me stories
of fairytales and lights
staying out of love
is like watching the changing bubbles
of a lava lamp
but falling in love
is being the flowing and shifting
lava itself
- 4 A.M
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somehow I knew that
this was all in my head
but still
I met you again last night
the way you said my name
touched my skin
I know that
this is all in my head
but when I go to sleep tonight
I want to meet you again
-4 A.M.
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a love that tastes like coffee in bed on a rainy morning, that feels like waking up from kisses on your skin between the bedsheets, a love that sounds like a birds tweet when the sun rises
a love that turns you head over heels, 200 km/h on the highway, a jump from the cliff into the ocean, a love that feels like a run through the rain
I want a love that drives me wild, a love that burns me up in flames
a love that makes me feel alive
4 A.M.
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a light memory of last night
when you crept into my bed
and warmed my body with yours
I try to hold on
to your fading touch
and whispered words
vanished at the first crack of dawn
when the birds sang the violent truth
of a girl who claimed her dream factory
to be reality
4 A.M.
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somewhere
the stars above me
and you somewhere else underneath them
when will be the time
where will be the place
when our looks will cross for the first time
when our hands will burn through the first touch
when my heart will rip through my chest
you are out there
could be right around the next corner
but still so far away
the stars above me
and I somewhere else
- 4 A.M.
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I want to hear your voice
when I fall asleep
want to dream of that raspy
and soft noise
and want to wake up
by the sound of its shade
-4 A.M.
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october
I love everything about you
the cold wind that leaves
goosebumps on my skin
the smell of candles and
the taste of cinnamon
under my tongue
I love the feeling
of the flesh of pumpkin between my fingers
the fog between the trees
and all over my city
I love how you limit my view
and how you change your colors
to show me your diversity
I talk to ghosts in my bedroom
who I was always afraid of
but since you’re here
everything seems different
I love how you change everything
around me
how you change yourself
and how you change me
as soon as you gently pull back my hair
to tell me you arrived
I can finally relax and feel my lungs
filling with air again
when you’re near
I live in the moment
and can be truly myself
I cherish every moment
on the coldest days
on days where you hold me warm
- 4 A.M.
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