On a plane high up in the sky
Below snowcapped mountains are passing by
Up here the engines are hauling
But I only hear how foreign adventures are calling
@mywritingtherapy
Adventures calling
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Fragments
Life often doesn’t draw a precise picture
We see tiny fragments through the cracks
But trust, with time the structure
Will fill in all the blanks©mywritingtherapy
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Touch
I will touch you cautiously
I will touch you slow
I will take my time
Until we know where this will goA touch may give you pleasure
But it can also cause you pain
Real Pleasure only comes
If our feelings are the sameI do not want to scar your skin
I want both our wounds to heal
But yet I do not know
How I really feelLover do not turn away
Do not misread my hesitation
I like you way too much
To end all this in more frustrationCause I’ve been through it all
I have rushed these things before
I broke so many times
My heart can’t take it any moreSo lover give me time
Just a little more
And I promise I will touch you
Like no other woman’s touch has felt before@mywritingtherapy
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Promise
I do not know
If we will be together
Through any storm
Through any weatherBut I will try to fall in love with you
Every single day anew©mywritingtherapy
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Stability
Trees root down
On solid ground
While their leaves fly high
To touch the skyDear one, in order to be free
you need to seek stability©mywritingtherapy
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Fluid Wisdom
Don’t tell me that water is not alive
The lakes, the rivers and the oceans
For they have told me more truth
Than any human ever did
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Shimmering
I feel it deep within
a light a glow a shimmering
something rooted in my veins
that guides me on my waysIt’s an inner voice so gentle
and it helps me to dismantle
all my thoughts my fears my doubts
all the bad things that arouseSometimes quiet hard to hear
At times shouting through my ear
At times it bursts out of my chest
A love so strong I can’t hold backI feel it deep within
a light a glow a shimmering
something rooted in my veins
that guides me on my waysIt brings out all the good
all my hopes my dreams my goals
it’s my inner peace my home
let’s me know I’m not aloneSometimes quiet hard to hear
At times shouting through my ear
At times it bursts out of my chest
A love so strong I can’t hold backSometimes quiet hard to hear
At times shouting through my ear
At times it bursts out of my chest
A love so strong I can’t hold back©Mywritingtherapy
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Running meditation
I run and I run
Let all the thoughts come
I run and I run
Till all thoughts are gone©mywritingtherapy
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Follow your heart
Your heart knows the way
Don’t let your eyes fool you
While they only see what they know
The heart perceives what’s way beyond©mywritingtherapy
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INTERTWINED
As I watch you sleeping
I try to find out what I feel
Could this be something
Could this be something realWill we last forever and ever
Are you the one?
And if it gets windy
Can we make it through the stormCan we be good to each other
Even at times when it seems that we can’t
Can we accept the other
Including all the parts we don’t understandCan you hold me tight
On days when I’m falling
And can you set me free
On days when the world is calling (for me)Are we able to let us
Go our own and individual way
Watch and cheer from the sideline
And jump in if one of us goes astrayAre we willing to forgive
All the mistakes we will make
Can we look past our faults
And always see the person behind the mistakeWill we remain honest friends
Throughout the years
And communicate clearly
All of our desires, insecurities and fearsWill we continue to laugh
About nonsense, this mad world and ourselves
Can we keep it lightly
Even if life puts heavy weights on our shelvesWill our bodies still desire each other
Even after the thousandth touch
Still long for the ecstasy
Of which we can’t get enoughWill you still love me
When I’m old and grey
when my eyes and breasts are wrinkled
And my booty shows signs of decayWill we hold hands
On that day when death invites one of us to leave
Will the memories we have built together
Save us from drowning in griefWill this life be better
If we stay together?All of these questions
Are floating around
Do we need all the answers
To figure this out?Because for now we are here
Wrapped up side by side
and as I watch you breathing
There’s no place I’d rather hideWe’ll just take it from here
One step at a time
No rush and no hurry
Let’s just follow the signsI’ll give you my all
For as long as I can
For as long as you
Decide to be my manAnd then you woke up
And your gaze met mine
I put the questions aside
And our bodies simply intertwined©mywritingtherapy
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Surf lesson
One woman’s
wave
Is another woman’s
waiting line©mywritingtherapy
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Art
I long to talk about all the things I feel
But it’s too much for many
If things start to get too real
When you unpack the garbage in front of their eyes
Start to uncover all of the lies
And you show them what’s really inside your heart
That’s why I put my feelings into my art
My writing, my music, my photography
So everybody who wants can come and see
How I make a straddle
Through life’s constant battle
Maybe they can relate too
It might safe them a sorrow or two
Because we are all wading through a puddle of dirt
With clenched teeth, scratched skin and a torn shirt
Fidgeting blindly and lying prone
But all of us have to fight this battle alone
No one else can remove your pain
All they can do is hand you a cane
For you to lean on
For you to carry on
Because we can help each other if we share
How we feel when we end up down there
Helpless, anxious and with no hope
Maybe as a last resort we even start to pray to the pope
But you do not have to wander all the way to Rome
Eventually all the roads lead to your home
To your soul, to your self
And don’t doubt your mental health
It can’t always be sunshine and rainbows
What life’s struggle really shows
Is how much potential you have
And with each breath you manage to stay alive
Though you may have reached your physical height
Your spirit grows further and may take flight
When you look back and you see how far you have come
You’ll realize that we are all oneSo we should share our view
Especially if we made it through
We have to go back and pick those ones up
Who are still struggling, who are still stuck
Because next time it might be us who need direction
Or a bandage for our soul’s fractionAnd I can truly say
That art has already saved me in so many ways
When you know you are not the only one
Who feels empty, scared and alone
That already eases the dark
It’s like borrowing a lighter to ignite your own sparkOur greatest gift is to learn from and with each other
We’d still live in caves if we acted completely separate from one another
That’s why we should talk about how we are feeling
It’s not selfish, it’s healingSo with my art I try to draw a map
But please never forget
That this is my way and might not be yours
But it might inspire a lost sailor to find a new course@mywritingtherapy
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Wilder Mind
With this wilder mind
I am the wandering kind
My restless feet take me around
I am not made to settle downAlways moving never still
Daily routines makes me ill
A constant hunger for the new
Infected with the travel fluFreedom hunter on the move
Searching for a deeper truth
Forever trying to find out
What this life is all aboutGuided by my spirit’s lead
At the pace of my heartbeat
I have everything I need to know
To find out where I have to go©mywritingtherapy
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Depression pt.2
Lately I’ve been on a ride
Kind of how a rollercoaster feels like
I got up so high I thought I could fly away
Then dropped so low I though I might not see the end of dayAnd I sat in between
Watching things I thought can’t be seen
Like my life was a movie out of control
I was reduced to play a minor role
Of a driver not able to arrive
At her own lifeI got pushed like a ship in a storm
My skin ripped and torn
My feelings crashing over me like waves
And that state went on for daysWhen I finally thought I had my feet on the ground
The world just turned upside down
And what I thought I knew
Just fell throughI lay breathless on the bathroom floor
Crying not knowing any more
How I could get myself out of this
And how I even came to sit in this messI was choking on all the anger I’d swallowed
On the inside I felt empty and hollowed
And the only thing I could do was stare at the white wall
Trying to breath, that was allAnd I felt so alone
Freezing to the bone
I longed for a warm hug
But I just got tickled by the fringes of the bathroom rugThere was no on that I could call
Or at least they would not understand me at all
Trying to explain how I felt
Would be more exhausting than it would helpI got so dizzy of all the events
No more clue what it all meant
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But maybe that was the goal
Summoned by my own soulTo realize that what I thought was true
Was just what I was told to do
And who I believed I am
Was an infiltrated scamNow from the bottom I can work my way up
Dropping whatever baggage I’ve got
Only taking with me what I really need
To live the life that I want to leadSo once more the darkness was not so bad at all
Just a very rough wake up call
But now that I am awake
I see it was all for my own sake©mywritingtherapy
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Depression
I’m just so tired
Trying to explain
The state that I’m in
That I feel all this painIt’s so dark where I am
the last match has burned out
And nobody hears
How I desperately shoutAnd I am so sorry
To put that burden on you
You’re my last resort
I don’t know what else to doI need you right now
I’m falling apart
There seems nothing left
The world is breaking my heartThere’s this question
That keeps me awake
How can something so shattered
Continue to break©mywritingtherapy
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Enough
Why is it that there are so many
Who love me for me
But for you I’m never enough
Although I’ve tried so desperatelyWhy do you persist on trying to change
The way that I’m living
You better take me as I am today
Because tomorrow’s not givenIt’s so hard to keep up these roles
Of our happy faced masquerade
When do we finally stop
To play our wicked game of charadesI am done with fighting
Feeling like I am never enough
If you do not take me as I am
You do not deserve my love©mywritingtherapy
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Just one!
I often ask myself whether my writing makes any sense
If the world even cares when I am taking a stance
I guess not, on the first glance
There are so many writers with a whole lot more fans
Who are much better in keeping up the suspense
And an advanced skillset at their defense
But if there is just one person out there who feels and understands
What I am trying to say with my two cents
That would make all the amends
So I pick up the pen and once more and let the writing commence©mywritingtherapy
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Mirror conversation
You don’t need to be perfect
You put that pressure on yourself
You say to you all those things
You would never dare say to anyone elseWhen you look at the mirror
All you see is faults and flaws
Constantly comparing what is
To what once wasWrinkles and lines
Red dots and scars
Thinning, grey hair
Too much weight and stretch marksWhen will you see that they are nothing
But a beautiful gift
A visible sign and a constant reminder
Of all the years you have livedSigns from everything that brought your here
Tracing back the long way you’ve come
All the roads you have traveled
All the battles you’ve wonYou’ve been through it all
You’ve made it till here
Still, you stand in front of the mirror
Wishing all of it would just disappearYou want to smooth it all out
Cover it up
Tear down the layers
Make it all stop!Well, who are you then?
A surfaceless face
A picture perfect model
With an empty, lifeless gazeI just wish you could see
What I do
This masterpiece of life’s art
Yeah, I am talking to you©mywritingtherapy
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Happiness forensics
When I am sad
I sometimes look at photographs
Of happy days
I look closely
Trying to find
What put that smile on my face@mywritngtherapy
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Womenhood
I bow to all the women
Who walk this path with me
Who reign their lives
So strong and fierce and gracefullyI bow to all my sisters
Who suffered all this pain
In a world so full of madness
They stay calm, compassionate and saneI bow to all the girls
Who manage to grow up
And no man or rule or boundary
Could ever make them stopI bow to all the mothers
Who nurture humankind
Without their care and love
We’d all die of hunger or go blindI bow to all the ones before
Who paved this weary way
Who fought for all the rights
That we take for granted every dayI bow to all the women
Who walk this path with me
The world could not exist
Without divine collective femininity©mywritingtherapy
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Passtime
And today
I am just going to watch
as the sun moves
from start
to finish©mywritingtherapy
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Perfectly flawed
Stop being hard on yourself
For things you can’t control
For being imperfectly human
That flaw lies within us allAnd only if we rise above
And gift the others lenience
Can we count on their respect
When we fail to handle our thingsWe all strife for perfection
And ask for nothing less
When we should foster patience
And practice steady humblenessFor what it’s worth our time is short
Don’t waste it on constraints
Cause in the eyes of god
Only love remains©mywritingtherapy
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Autumn wind
The time when temperatures decrease
the time when leaves depart their trees
the time when summer turns to fall
that’s when I start to hear the callThe autumn wind whispers again
predicting tales of winter’s pain
still holds hints of summer’s sun
and it hollows I should runIt swept me off my feet before
so I am not scared anymore
what looks like chaos at the start
has brought me closer to my heartIt first blows gently through my hair
brushes my face with fresh cold air
but by the time December comes
it usually shakes me to my bonesThe autumn wind spins me around
turns my small world upside down
and nothing ever stays the same
Forever forcing me to start againIt swept me off my feet before
so I am not scared anymore
what looks like chaos at the start
has brought me closer to my heart©mywritingtherapy
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Shades of solitude
I do not mind being alone
I do mind being left alone©mywritingtherapy
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Expectational freedom
Freedom is giving yourself to the world
Without expecting anything in return
Because expectations are windowless prisons
that minimize your capacity for experiences©mywritingtherapy
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Possibilities
How magical this life is!
This life which they told me was full of
restrictions, hardship, impossibilities
But look! It is possible
It is possible to live
Aren’t we here to do just that
To breathe, to feel, to recognize
To wonder, to stumble to fall and get up again
To take our steps on this timeline we get
Never knowing which will be the last one
Whether you pay into your pension
Or live from paycheck to paycheck
If you live in Bandunu, El Pluma, Aschaffenburg or in New York
If you drive your expensive sportscar or a horse carriage
If you are the proud owner of a big company or a pebble collection
If you sleep on a cardboard in the streets
or drink kale smoothies in your marble kitchen
If you believe in god, the trees or your mother
If you get excited by a ticket around the world
or a ticket for a rollercoaster ride
If you sing at the Scala for a big audience
or in your own shower for your cat
If you listen to hiphop, jazz, birds or your old neighbor cursing
If you have 4 children or 4 dogs or 4 toothbrushes
If you wish for a job promotion, a hug or just making it through the night
If you make Quesadillas, Pieroggi, Sushi or Schnitzl
If you love men or women or the moon
If your skin tone matches the color of white, brown, black or green beans
If you walk, run, crawl, jump, fly or rollWe are all heading into the the same direction
into deaths arms
And when he finally embraces us
We all dissolve back into nothingness
Or the big whole
However you want to call it
But till then we ought to live
And don’t just go for the special offers
Or the discount tickets
Take the whole damn thing
You sometimes have to pay a high price
But who knows
you might get a reward afterwards
Oh how magical this life is
where everything is possible
Everything you dare to believe©mywritingtherapy
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Waiting
I would like to write a song about you
How much better you make my life
But for now you’re just a dream
I am still waiting for you to arriveI would write about that one time
We swam out naked into the wild, endless sea
And that there’s no one else
Who makes me feel so easy and freeI would write about that one time
when you took my fear trembling hand
And how you just seem to know
How my wounds can be mendI would write about that one time
When we talked the whole night
And when the day woke with soft sun rays
I slept in your arms holding me tightI would write abut that one time
you gave me that earth shattering kiss
And made my whole body shiver
How did I ever live without thisI would write about that one time
When we fought and we screamed
When I just could not stand you
And our love felt not as strong as it seemedI would write about that one time
When we nearly broke apart
But realized that without each other
We’d each live with only half of a heartI would write about all the times
That we worked it out
That our love grew so much stronger
Which just makes me so damn proudI would write about
How grateful I am
That you are finally here
That I waited my whole life
For you to appearAnd I would like to tell you
That you are the most precious one I know
And for the rest of my life
I’ll stay with you wherever you goBut for now I just write
That I am waiting for you
And I hope that you are out there
Trying to find me too©mywritingtherapy
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X-Small
When I lost control
I built myself a cage
A prison within my own body
Confined by the surface of my skin
A tiny cell
Over which I ruled
With strict control
I guarded the boarders constantly
So that they would not expand
I would wrap my fingers around my wrist
A circle to measure if everything was still in place
Proof that I had not outgrown the tiny radius
Wherein I allowed myself to be
I starved every inch of me
which dared to go beyond the line
My appetite, my desires, my passions, my dreams
I wanted to keep myself small
Unnoticed
So no-one would recognize
No one would see
That I had lost controlAnd years later
Long after I broke the chains
Of self imprisonment
I sometimes catch myself
As my fingers form that circle around my wrist
Habitually
Still afraid
that I might be
too much©mywritingtherapy
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Violet
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable
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Freedom
The air is hot and heavy
Thickened with anger and with rage
The battles sheer seem endless
In this day and ageWe think we’ve come so far
As a human race
But all of it is worthless
If we still judge each other by the color of our faceSo, drop your arms and weapons
It is time to manifest
The freedom of each and every person
Defines the freedom for the rest©mywritingtherapy
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Heart Wisdom
You are constantly waiting for a knock on your door
From someone who comes to tell you
What life is about
All of your attention is drawn to that expectation
And so you miss
That your most important visitor is already inside
Constantly knocking on your chest
Telling you on an average of 80 times per minute
What life is about©mywritingtherapy
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Cry for change
How do you carry
The weight of all the sorrow in this world
How do you cope
With all the pain and people getting hurtI sometimes feel like I am drowning
In a stream of cruelty and rage
That leads into an ocean
Of violence and hateWhy do you hit your neighbor’s face
And don’t take them by their hand
Instead of causing pointless conflicts
Why don’t you just try to understandHow can we do this to each other
When in truth we’re all the same
Why can’t we solve it all together
Instead of pushing around the blameWhy is it always more important
To know whose fault it is
Than to seek for a solution
That might fix all of this messWe dropped our moral compass
Everyone is lost and so afraid
We keep on building our walls
And live in prisons we createThere’s so much beauty all around
That we should appreciate much more
But we’re taking it for granted
Instead of peace we still choose warI often get so tired
When I read all of the news
Our humankind is damaged
We’re all beaten up and bruisedThere’s enough for everyone
If we’d only start to share
If we’d reach out to each other
And finally start to careEverything you do and say
And everything you give
Affects the ones around you
And creates the world in which we liveYet I have not lost my faith
Though we first might hit the ground
Before true change can come
Before we turn the wheel around©mywritingtherapy
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All the roads lead home
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Call me a dreamer
Now we know, how fast something can spread
from one single human to another
into every corner of the worldNow imagine what would happen
if we started spreading
love, kindness and compassion …©mywritingtherapy
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Dancing in the dark
Deep down where all the lights are out
There’s only one way left
Straight through all the darkness
Where all our fears are keptWith my arms and heart open
I let myself fall
Embracing the shadows
For they are all a part of my soulAnd in the dim I will dance
With each and everyone
No matter how dark the melody
Giving in to all of their songsI let them teach me
Their screams pierce through my ears
But the closer I let them
The more I let go of my fearsAt the end of our soul straining sways
After they pushed me all around
I find myself lying dizzy
On reality’s solid groundThere’s a delicate silence
After this dark, desperate fight
I pull myself together
And start walking firmly towards the light©mywritingtherapy
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I found myself
I set out to find someone
Who would understand me
Who would share this life with me
With all of it’s precious moments
Who would wipe away my tears on rough days
Who would bring joy and excitement
Who would take my hand to show me the way
When I got lost
Who could see me for who I am
And still like all of me
Who would not run away when it got complicated
Who could be my best friend
Who would love me unconditionally
And I got lucky
Because I found myself©mywritingtherapy
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At the end of the day
Dandelion: “Will you come back tomorrow?”
Sun: “Every single day, my dear!”
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How does love grow
How does love grow
And where do I get the seed
Can I get it at the store around the corner
Or do I order it online
Where do I have to plant it
What kind of soil do I have to use
How much light does it need
How much attention
How much nourishment
How much do I have to do
And how much does it grow on its own
How do I know if it needs a new pot
When it’s roots have grown so big
That it takes up more space than before
What If I decide to change and move
Does it grow with me into the same direction
Can it adapt to a new environment
is it sometimes better to leave it behind
Or should I sacrifice myself so it can stay
In its familiar surroundings
What if I forget to water it
How fast does it run dry
How long after can I still safe it
What kind of fertilizer do I use
Is it good to talk to it
Or just let it be
to naturally heal on its own
And if it is dying
Is it worth fighting for
And for how long
When do I know
That no new life will come
out of these dead stems any more
And what do I do with it if it is so
Do I just throw it away immediately
Or do I let the dried out branches linger around
Watering the dead soil
Denying that it has ceased to exist
How long do I have to mourn
And be reminded of our time together
in every other plant I see
When is the right time to accept
When is the right time to let go
When is the right time to plant a new seed©mywritingtherapy
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One world
Hopefully this situation makes people realize
That we are not living onPlanet Europe,
Planet America,
Planet Asia,
Planet Australia,
Planet Africa,
Planet New Zealand,
Planet AntarcticaWe all live on
Planet Earth
TOGETHER©mywritingtherapy
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Weißes Blatt Papier
Hallo weißes Blatt Papier
Ich weiß ich war lang nicht mehr hier
Die Muse hat mich einfach so verlassen
Ich kann es immer noch nicht fassenAber während ich nun wider vor dir sitze
Gedankenverloren meinen Bleistift spitze
Merk ich, wie schnell man in dieser lauten Welt vergisst
Wie sehr man etwas eigentlich vermisstEs gibt so Vieles, was mir an dir liegt
Eine Freiheit, die es sonst so gar nicht gibt
Die unendlichen Möglichkeiten
Auf deinen unberührten SeitenAll der Platz für jedweden Gedankenfluss
Sei es Lyrik, Prosa oder Stuss
Und auch dem gelegentlichen Pinselstrich
Verwehrst du deine Oberfläche nichtDu scheinst immer so kühl und unbeteiligt
Dabei hat sich auf dir bereits die Welt vereidigt
Auf dir entfaltet sich das wahre Potential der Macht
Das Feuer so vieler Revolutionen wurde schon von dir entfachtSo viele Menschen haben schon vor dir gekniet
Denk an all das Wissen, dass es durch dich erst gibt
So manche Rede wär ohne dein Zutun nicht entstanden
So manche Botschaft ohne dich gar nicht vorhandenObwohl sich alle an deinem Anblick weiden
Bleibst du trotzdem stets bescheiden
Und machst für jeden Schreiber Platz
Auch wenn er nur kurz die Einkaufsliste zu notieren hatOb ich nun über den tiefsten Lebenssinn philosophier
Oder Einstrichhäuschen konstruier
Es gibt nichts, was du kritisierst
Oder worüber du ein schlechtes Wort verlierstDu hältst mir wenn dann nur den eignen Spiegel vor
Leihst all meinen Sorgen dein helles Ohr
Die tiefsten Geheimnisse ziehst du aus meinen Fingern
Die kleinste Dosis von dir kann meine Sorgen lindernAuf den ersten Blick wirkst du fast nackt
Ein äußerst irreführender Fakt
Denn unter deinem glattgebügelten Gewand
Verbirgst du so viel Wahrheit, die ich suchend dort schon fandDarum sitz ich wieder hier und starr dich an
Immer wieder ziehst du mich in deinen Bann
Liegst vor mir ganz jungfräulich und unberührt
Doch von niemand andrem wird meine Hand so gut geführtIn unsrer schönen neuen Welt
In der sich scheinbar niemand mehr an sein Wort hält
Und jeder tut, wies ihm gerade passt
Weiß ich, auf dich ist stets verlassWir Menschen neigen ja doch zu Konfusionen
Bei dir gibt’s aber keine Kommunikationskomplikationen
Die meinen Wortfluss zusätzlich erschweren
Bei dir muss ich nie viel erklärenIch liebe deine Einfachheit
Auf all den Reisen bist du mein verlässlichstes Geleit
Und die Verbindung zur Natur
Wahrst du stets auf deiner stabilen, hölzernen StrukturTrotzdem tret ich nach all der Zeit ganz schüchtern an dich ran
Doch du strahlst mich wie immer an
Es gibt da etwas, dass ich dir erzählen muss
Ich glaub die Muse gab mir gerade wieder einen KussLiebes weißes Blatt Papier
Ich weiß ich war lang nicht mehr hier
Danke, dass du immer so geduldig bist
Und nie auf mich vergisst©mywritingtherapy
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Without a fight
You think I am always happy
Just because I have a smile on my face
You think I am never worried
Just because I never complainNo, life hurts
Sometimes it hurts so much that I can not breath
It throws daggers at me that cut wounds in my skin
Leaving scars all over my body
It breaks my heart and tears it into pieces
It burns me alive
It kicks me when I am already on the ground
It pushes me off another cliff
When I thought that I already hit the lowest pointBut still I put a smile on my face
Still I won’t complain
Because that’s how life is
A constant endeavour
And in the end it will win
it will blow out all our lights
But till then I will laugh in its face
I will put out my shields and arms
And I will roar
You won’t get me without a fight©mywritingtherapy
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Heavy stuff
In my heavy moments
I pick up the pen
in hopes of unloading my feelings
by writing them down
But then I stop
because the paper could never hold
all of this weight©mywritingtherapy
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Speechless
These times leave me speechless
Maybe because my words exploded in surprise like a firecracker
Maybe because my words vanished in uncertainty
Maybe because my words have frozen in shock
Maybe because my words burned in all this anger
Maybe because my words drowned in all those tears
Maybe because my words are hiding in fear
Maybe because my words lack the vocabulary for this precedentBut certainly because
my words are just too small
to talk about something
that is so much bigger
than language itself©mywritingtherapy
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Unknown roads
Unknown roads
lead to
unknown goals©mywritingtherapy
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Vagabond
When I travel
It’s like walking through the door
Setting foot on my apartment floor
Airports, Bus stops
are the entrance gates
into my outbound real estateI’m living midst the beauty of this earth
A place of invaluable worth
And as I’m walking down the hall
There’s foreign places behind every wallI just step through a door
Discovering a spot I haven’t been before
Wandering from one room to the next
I rest in corners I like bestThis world is full of hidden treasures
Limitless with indefinite measures
I turn and try to navigate
Through rooms which nature decoratesMy bathtub is a lake
In hammocks I awake
My rooftop is a mountain
The shower is a water fountain
The hallway is a road
My bag is my wardrobe
The staircase is a waterfall
A river flows into the entrance hall
My backyard is the ocean front
I have everything I ever wantSo when I fall asleep in starlit beds
I have no doubts, no worries nor regrets
Cause my journeys are my home
They are the place where I belong©mywritingtherapy
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Volume ≠ Value
The Volume
of your speech
won’t enhance
the value
of your words©mywritingtherapy
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Under my blanket
Come under my blanket
Come lie here with me
I am hiding here
I don’t want the world to see
How I really feel inside
And how much I am hurting
People want to see me smile
But I’m so tired of pretendingCome lie here with me
Come please take my hand
I do not know why
But I think that you might understand
Why I have to get out
Of this weird and crazy world
Where people do not listen
Where I feel like I am never heardCome please take my hand
Come just let us be
I want nothing but your truth
We are finally free
Here under my blanket
It’s just you and me
We won’t let anybody in
Our own world of securityCome under my blanket
Come lie here with me
Come please take my hand
Come just let us be©mywritingtherapy
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Music
No matter how dark the road
No matter how far
It doesn’t really mater
As long as I can play my piano or the guitarMusic has showed me the way
Even on my loneliest day
It uncovers grace
Even in the most desperate placeSo I walk my life’s lane
Through sunshine and rain
And If everything ends up going wrong
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Words
Words can be feathers
Whispered softly onto our skin
Words can be rockets
Lifting us up into the air
Words can be floods
Washing away all our sorrows
Words can be swords
Stabbing us into our hearts
Words can be fires
Burning down everything we think we know
Words can be treasures
Collected in our minds
Words can be safety nets
Catching us when we fall
Words can be music
Making us sing and dance
Words can be locks
Protecting our deepest secrets
Words can be games
Taking us to the next level
Words can be illusions
Projecting a world that’s not there
Words can be photographs
Preserving precious memories
Words can be thunders
Turning our world upside down
Words can be medicine
Mending our wounded hearts
Words can be clues
Guiding us into the right direction
Words can be keys
Opening up a new world
Words can be bridges
Connecting two opposing sides
Words can be anything
You wish to create
So choose them wisely©mywritingtherapy
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Love sewed gown
Love often dresses me in a fashion
I usually would never wear
Too tight and too revealing
Clumsy and out of control
I feel foreign within my own skinOh but is there someone
With whom I can dance jaunty
In this precious love sewed gown©mywritingtherapy
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House in the rain
A space made up of our memories
Creating walls wherein we live
Faded moments still lingering around
In the corners of our hearts and minds
Lucid shadows with a strong grip
Controlling every move we make
From beginning till end
Moment after moment is added up to the pile
Of our life’s mystery
Getting heavier and heavier
Under the burdens of our existence
Time is irrelevant
Past, Present Future live side by side
Interwoven in a web of our thoughts
Everyone resides here in solitude
Among fears, faults and pain
Everyone owns
A house in the rain©mywritingtherapy
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Boomerang
Everything will fall into place
life will always find the right ways
there’s nothing to worry
if you trust in life’s flow
so send out your wishes
and they will come back to you©mywritingtherapy
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Dress up
Kids dress up
because they want to have fun
Adults dress up
because they forgot who they are©mywritingtherapy
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The book of life
Another chapter
is coming to an end
containing last year’s memories
of all the times well spentAs I leaf through all the pages
before I write the final words
I’m reading all the stories
rediscovering my former thoughtsPages filled with joy
pages filled with tears
pages filled with hope
pages filled with fearsBut nothing lasts forever
every story has an end
even an unbearable moment
will evaporate in transienceSo I set the final stop
and put down the pen
I take a breath and turn the page
and start to write again©mywritingtherapy -
Reverberation
I often dream of that bed
In which we lay
Undone
White Sheets
twisted and turned
Pillows
scattered all over the floor
Our bodies
Sprawled in between
Still
Naked
Covered only with a light layer of sweat
Closed eyes
Darkness
Shutting out the world
Space
Filled with every sensation in our bodies
Electrifying shivers
Vibrating
From head to toe
Unto our fingertips
Flashbacks
of our bodies rolling over each other
Teeth biting
Nails scratching
Tongs licking
Until
Our chests
Remain the only thing in motion
Up and down
Breathing
Feeding fresh air
To our exhausted bodies
It is calm
Quiet
We dwell in this smooth white linen sea
after a wave of lust
Has crashed over us©mywritingtherapy
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Falling in place
You can watch the sun throughout the day
As she makes her way alone
across the clear blue sky
without witnessing any movement
But in that small span during sunsets
as she approaches the horizon
It even appears as if she is picking up speed
To get to the finish line
melting into the ground
Right in front of your eyes
And the colors of the sky explode
in joy of her accomplishment
Reaching home yet another dayOften things might not make sense
When you look at them separately
Sometimes you just have to wait for that moment
When it aligns with your life’s horizon
To see how everything falls into place beautifully©mywritingtherapy
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Mental Maze
What’s going on inside your head
Which thoughts you hide so desperate
So caught up that you ignore
When someone’s knocking at your doorYou don’t let anybody in
into this mental maze in which you’re wandering
Lead by misery and doubt
You’ve lost the sense for your way outEvery new direction that you take
Each decision that you make
Gets you off your track
And brings you further backBut if you’d let somebody in
to bring light into the dim
you’d be struck by wonder
cause the exit’s just around the corner©mywritingtherapy
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Dear road
Dear road
So long and so wide
You’ve been my companion
On so many ridesYou’re a good one
We always got along fine
You showed me the world
I just had to follow your lineI took your lead
Even on your bumpiest ways
And with each detour
You brought me right to this placeI would not be here
If it weren’t for you
I found the world at your edges
And a lot of myself tooBut I am tired
I have to admit
You’ve become too winding
Maybe it’s time to quitMy feet need to rest
I hear the grasping of my heavy heart
My head is spinning
I think it’s time we departFarewell for now
And thanks a lot
I will get out here
This is my stop©mywritingtherapy
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Hope
Just when you think
The whole story is screwed
A new chapter commencesJust when you think
This is the darkest night
A new day dawnsJust when you think
The last petal has fallen
A new bud blossoms©mywritingtherapy
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Quiet
I need to be quiet
To hear the world talking©mywritingtherapy
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I’ll help you back
I know the sadness that you feel
and the hole in which you fell
It all sounds quite familiar
because I have spent some hours there as wellIt feels cold and it feels lonely
there’s not a single beam of light
It’s filled with fears and all your dark thoughts
and you’re just too tired and too weak to fightBut I also know that there’s a way
a way out of despair
and if you just take my hand
I will safely lead you thereSo don’t cave in and call defeat
I’ll help you back onto your feet
So don’t cave in and call defeat
I’ll help you back onto your feetIn our maze of broken dreams
we all get lost from time to time
But it won’t help to just let go
or let your heart go cold and blindCause I also know that there’s a way
a way out of despair
and if you just take my hand
I will safely lead you thereSo don’t cave in and call defeat
I’ll help you back onto your feet
So don’t cave in and call defeat I’ll help you backI’ll help you back
I’ll help you back onto your feet©mywritingtherapy
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State of the heart
A narrow heart
and a narrow mind
breed emotions and thoughts
of a narrow kindAn open heart
and an open mind
nurture emotions and thoughts
of an open kind©mywritingtherapy
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Wild Mustang
Do not try to tie me down
Cause while you go to get the rope
I’m already gone©mywritingtherapy
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Time management
I do not have time for people
Who always know what’s best for me
Without spending one second on knowing who I am©mywritingtherapy
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Lioness
I am a lioness
I will fight till the end
Quietly and with pride
You won’t see me struggling
You won’t see my weakness
I will display my strength
My endurance
My fierceness
With every fiber of my being
I will keep up the facade
Until I am too fatigued
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The well
My love is not limited
It springs from a far rooted well
Deep within my heart
From where I pull
One bucket after the other
Endlessly
I pour it all around me
So everything can flourish
Equally
It does not require much force
It flows
Effortlessly
So do not be jealous
When I pour my love on someone else
Eventually
It is necessary
For I have to keep my garden fresh and green
So I can walk
Easily
But be sure that this well holds an abundance of love
for you and everyone else
Eternally©mywritingtherapy
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Summerday’s remnants
In clear cold water
Gently carried by the waves
Float the memories
Of those two summer days©mywritingtherapy
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Trainride
Destination Daydream
traveling
on a train track of thoughts
while world’s visions vanish©mywritingtherapy
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Seascape
Come with me
Close to the sea
Let’s get washed away
Unto a place we want to to stay©mywritingtherapy
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Hopefully
Today I can not pretend
That I am ok
The world got too heavy
To handle againI’m trying to put on a smile
On my face
But it just feels like my mouth
fell out of placeI’m trying to be
Polite, friendly and kind
But I scream ‚screw you all‘
In my mindToday I can not pretend
That I am alright
The world made me
Too tired to fightI’m trying to put out
My weapons and arms
But I am the only one
Being harmedI’m trying to hide
Away from it all
But my emotions break down
Every protective wallToday I can not pretend
That I am fine
The world has put me
Out on the lineToday I will just
Let it be
Tomorrow the world’ll look different
hopefully©mywritingtherapy
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Today I am in love
Today I am little bit in love with the thin blond hair
that tickles my nose while it flies in late summerday’s windToday I am a little bit in love with the shadow of the leaves
that project marks like a flickering tattoo on my suntanned skinToday I am a little bit in love with the morning dew
that sprinkles the grass with tiny pearls to give the ground a magical shimmeringToday I am a little bit in love with the sound of the dancing leaves
that joyfully rustle and singToday I am little bit in love with the fresh autumn air
that yet has not lost the remnants of stargazing summer night flingsToday I am a little bit in love with the bee’s buzzing sounds and the bird’s melodies
as I sit here with my hot tea quietly listeningToday I am a little bit in love with world’s vast beauty
and how much joy it does bringToday I am a litte bit in love
with everythingToday I am a little bit in love
and I am not wonderingBecause today I am in love with you,
my darling©mywritingtherapy
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Nowhere
Going nowhere is my favorite direction
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Sensation diary
When I look at my photographs
From places far away
It’s as if my feet touch the sand
The scent of the open world starts to swirl about my nose
Contentment softly strokes my skin
My hair gets whirled by freedom’s breeze
Rays of wonder start to blind my eyes
My heart beat races against time’s ticking arm
And my thoughts run off into the wild©mywritingtherapy
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Wordpainter
This vivid world
inside my head
I’ll paint it for you
with my words©mywritingtherapy
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Blue Balloon
While I dream of finding back home
I watch a helium filled blue ballon
On his flight across the cloud sprinkled sky
Leaving solid grounds and reaching up highMaybe in order to find your way home
You first have to wander off on your own
Leaving familiar faces and blinding believes
To find out where your own story leadsThe moment you lift off might cause pain and fear
As the world below you starts to disappear
It tears you apart to leave your loved ones behind
They’ll try to grab you and pull you back insideAs you realize that you’re ascending alone
you probably wish you would have never left home
You start to search for a way back
But the wind catches you and puts you on the right trackAnd within the air’s light embrace
You lift higher into divinities grace
And the freedom of the boundless blue sky
Let’s you soon forget the worries before you started to flyYou start to enjoy your solitary ride
and realize you can go wherever you like
Nothing and no one is holding your string
And you start to hear the desires you’ve been hiding withinWhile your story begins to unfold
You start to see through the lies you’ve been told
And that there is nothing wrong with whoever you are
Everything is possible and no dream too farYou will inspire the ones who watch from below
Showing them how easy is it is to let go
And some of them will also start to go high
Coming to meet you up in the skyLittle blue balloon continue your flight
Always remember there is no wrong or right
If you keep following the call of your soul
You will always, always be home©mywritingtherapy
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Just one step
It has never felt this easy
I did not know I could be free
Just one step out the doorway
There’s so much for me to seeOn the journey, down the road
flying airplanes, rowing boats
Just take me where I feel alive
I don’t care how long I have to driveIn solitude and my own pace
or with the people that I meet
As long as I like the direction
And get carried by my own two feetAnd when at last I started running
from everything I thought I knew
It hit me like a lightning
If you’re changing your direction
You can change your mindset tooSo I carry on this journey
knowing there’s no final goal
But I’m choosing the direction
on this bumpy lifelong road©mywritingtherapy
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Relationship battlefield
We’re sitting in the trenches
of two opposing sides
fighting a battle no one started
and no one is going to winOur weapons are our words and actions
that we shoot blindly from our holes
unable to see
where we hit the other sideThe green grass where we once played
has turned into frozen mud
an unscalable barrier
of our buried memoriesThe rare peace offers we send across
always come crawling back
twisted and turned
unable to reach the other sideSo we stay put in our trenches
on two opposing sides
continuing a battle
both of us already lost©mywritingtherapy
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My favorite books
“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.”
― Charles W. EliotBooks are my most valued companions wherever I go and I usually carry at least one of these paper buddies with me at all times. I could browse through bookshops or the internet for hours to find the next written adventure I can jump right into. In my opinion they are an exquisit entrance gate into the world of other people’s heads and I love to get lost in these stories and to find out something new about myself through them. I especially worship those that transform your way of thinking and where you do not get out the same person as you were before you started to read them. So here are some of my most beloved titles (not in any particular order) which have been my mentors and friends, gave me comfort in difficult times, made me laugh and cry and helped me to understand the world around me a little bit better. Maybe there’s something for you among them as well 🙂
Talk to you soon
Theresa- Shantaram – Gregory Roberts
- Ein ganzes Leben – Robert Seethaler
- Ishmael – Daniel Qinn
- The Alchemist – Paolo Coelho
- Siddharta & Narziss und Goldmund- Hermann Hesse
- Das größere Wunder – Thomas Glavinic
- The Bhagavad Gita
- The essential Rumi
- The power of now & A new earth – Eckhardt Tolle
- The untethered soul – Michael A. Singer
- Conscious Loving – Gay Hendricks
- Big Magic C – Elizabeth Gilbert
- Vom Ende der Einsamkeit – Benedikt Wells
- Das Kartengeheimnis & Das Orangenmädchen – Jostein Gaarder
- Was man von hier aus sehen kann – Mariana Leyke
- Die Mitte der Welt – Andreas Steinhöfel
- América – T.C. Boyle
- Milk and Honey – Rupi Kaur
- Thinking fast and Slow – Daniel Kahnemann
- Freedom – Jonathan Franzen
- The heart’s invisible furies – John Boyne
- Ich bin raus – Robert Wringham
- The Brooklyn follies – Paul Auster
- What I loved – Siri Hustvedt
- You gotta have balls – Lily Bret
- Die Eleganz des Igels – Muriel Barbary
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Under the apple tree
Under the apple tree from where I write
I witness a dance between shadow and light
lead by wind’s whisper they sprinkle the stage
beneath the hovering pen and on the blank page
Lady Light in her round, yellow gown
Sir shadow in grey fills up the space all around
While he forever stays firm in one place
she sways softly projected by the sun’s rays
Their intimate waltz lets me set down the pen
adhering these words inspired by them©mywritingtherapy
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Shadow
If you run away from your shadow
It will only grow taller and taller
And more frightening
As its edges start to blurr
But if you start to run towards it
It will become smaller and smaller
And more precise
As its edges start to sharpen
Then you will realize
That it is you who decides
How much power your shadow has over you©mywritingtherapy
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Cry for change
How do you carry
The weight of all the sorrow in this world
How do you cope
With all the pain and people getting hurtI sometimes feel like I am drowning
In a stream of cruelty and rage
That leads into an ocean
Of violence and hateWhy do you hit your neighbor’s face
And don’t take them by their hand
Instead of causing pointless conflicts
Why don’t you just try to understandHow can we do this to each other
When in truth we’re all the same
Why can’t we solve it all together
Instead of pushing around the blameWhy is it always more important
To know whose fault it is
Than to seek for a solution
That might fix all of this messWe dropped our moral compass
Everyone is lost and so afraid
We keep on building our walls
And live in prisons we createThere’s so much beauty all around
That we should appreciate much more
But we’re taking it for granted
Instead of peace we still choose warI often get so tired
When I read all of the news
Our humankind is damaged
We’re all beaten up and bruisedThere’s enough for everyone
If we’d only start to share
If we’d reach out to each other
And finally start to careEverything you do and say
And everything you give
Effects the ones around you
And creates the world in which we liveYet I have not lost my faith
Though we first might hit the ground
Before true change can come
Before we can turn the wheel around©mywritingtherapy
I thought I had to share a little something about what influenced this poem and why I wrote it. It was the story of two homosexual girls in London who were threatened and attacked by a couple of guys on a public transport. The guys first forced them to make out in front of them and when the women refused to do so they beat them up. This incident really got to me and left me feeling very emotional for a couple of days. It broke my heart and made me so heavy and helpless because again I realized how much unjustified cruelty and hate is out there in this world. I can not believe how people can do something like that to each other. How people use their physical dominance in order to threaten weaker people and hurt them. I know there is so much more violence going on out there but this case made me particularly upset. Here’s why: It happened in a civilized country/city in a public space where people should feel safe and secure. It happened in a stable and wealthy part of the world, a place where nobody has to fight for water, food, safety etc. Hence, there’s no struggle for survival which might be a reason and justification why people would start acting more violent according to their basic, primal instincts. But there was absolutely no justification to behave like a cave man! And that’s why in my opinion this incident was cruelty in its pure form. A physically stronger perpetrator forcing his power over a weaker victim for no obvious or justified reason! And that is so hard for me to understand. What were these guys thinking? Do they like to push around someone weaker than them? Are they so insecure with their own sexuality that they have to force two girls to perform a sexual act for them? If they are offended by homosexual behavior why do they provoke it in the first place? Would they have acted the same if they knew that their victims were as strong as them? That they could actually fight back? Did it give them pleasure to cause fear and pain? Did they feel strong? Did they feel powerful? Did they think it was funny? A joke? Did they regret their actions afterwards? Why did they start all of this? Why did they do this? Why? Why? Why? These are questions I just can not find any answers to and that’s why stories like that always break me apart.
They are the reason why I stopped reading the news on a regular basis. Stuff like that always makes me think what I could do about it? What could I do to prevent something like that from happening? And then I get even more desperate and lost because I know I can not fix it. I can not fix it all.
However, every story like this one firms my believe and demonstrates that we are all part of this planet and the society we are living in and that every single one’s behavior matters and has an effect on how this planet and this society looks like. Whatever you do will draw circles and everything you do or say has an effect on the people and the environment around you. It determines whether we can feel safe or threatened, whether we live in peace with each other or in war. And this thought then pushes me to try and be the best person that I can be. To be respectful with the people that surround me, to help them if they are in need, to show them that I care, to understand their side even if their behavior might trigger something in me, to reflect on my own actions and thoughts and to choose my words carefully and not offend anyone on purpose. It is not easy and it takes strength and a lot work because everyone of us has a lot to carry and this life is so complex and difficult for everyone of us. But I guess if we all made an effort to act in the best way possible within our own surroundings this world could be a much better and more secure and peaceful place. And maybe we are already at a point where this transition into a more peaceful society won’t happen without a big crash first. Maybe we need to hit the ground in order to really wake up for once but if this is needed than we should accept it and learn from it so we can turn the wheel around and make this a better place for everyone that comes after us.
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The eagle
This morning
I watched an eagle pass by my balcony
I admired his grace
As he floated in the wind so effortlessly
I asked how could I get so wild and free
To put my life on thin air
To trust the flow as he
His wings spread wide
He presents himself fully with pride
And gracefully goes
Wherever the wind blows
But to change his action
He simply performs a single flap
Into a different direction
And with an envious sigh
I watched him go high
Trying to follow him with my eye
But he soon disappeared in the sky
And my heart released a desireful cry
Oh my, oh my
I wish I could fly©mywritingtherapy
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Glitter and pink
I do not know how to live life the right way
I also do not have a plan where it might lead
In fact
I have not the slightest idea
what the hell I am doing here
And where I am supposed to go
Sometimes I get so tired
of trying to figure it out
of trying to do everything right
And I just want to bundle up and hide from it all
But I know
the answers can not be found
under a blanket
They are out there waiting
in every corner of the earth
in every stranger’s smile
far outside the comfort zone
So I swallow the fear
and continue to explore and feel
every tiny fragment of this incredible life
as long as my feet carry me
And after that
I’ll just get a flying wheelchair
with jet streams
and glitter
in pink©mywritingtherapy
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Life lover
I haven’t found the love of my life I have found to love my life
©mywritingtherapy
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Sit and wait
It is quiet on the mountain
It is quiet by the lake
It is quiet at the seashore
Where I just sit and waitWhere I sit and wait for thoughts
Where I sit and wait for words
Where I sit and wait so long
Until it starts to hurtUntil all of my feelings
Come crashing over me
Until I can’t escape
What I really need to seeWhat usually is covered
By all the noise around
By all those nagging voices
And disturbing city soundsAnd as the noises stop
I start to comprehend
Everything that hurts
Just helps me to understandJust like a stone blocking a cave
That you have to remove
To bring in all the light
When you want to find the truthWhen everything is quiet
When no one is around
Someone whispers me the answers
So I can write them downSo I sit quiet on the mountain
I sit quiet by the lake
I sit quiet at the seashore
I just sit and wait©mywritingtherapy
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Notre Dame
Oh our dear Lady
We were not yet ready
To see you go down in flames and ashes
Through which your iron heart still gracefully flashes
So many centuries passed by your rosetta’s eyes
Wherein you wittnessed war, peace, intrigues and lies
Your womb housed birth, marriage and death
Sinners sought forgivness under your roses’ wreathOh our dear lady
We were not yet ready
For your last prayer
Sermoning nothing will last forever
That even the strongest wall
One day has to fallSo our dear lady
We might never be ready
But here’s your farewell
You’ll live through the stories we’ll continue to tell©mywritingtherapy
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Promise
I do not know if we will be together
through any storm, through any weather
But I will try to fall in love with you
every single day anew©mywritingtherapy
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Body language
Our lips might use a different tongue
but our bodies speak the same language©mywritingtherapy
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Love will find you
Love will find you
Love will find you in the most lonely situations
Love will find you in the biggest crisis
Love will find you in the most fundamental doubts
Love will find you through the heaviest rain
Love will find you in the biggest storm
Love will find you in the deepest despair
Love will find you in the most abandoned places
Love will find you when you are all alone
Love will find you wherever you are
Love will find you whoever you are
Love will find you without warning
Love will find you without effort
Love will find you without grand gestures
Love will find you softly
Love will find you unexpectedly
Love will find you unannounced
Love will find you just like that
Love will find you anyway
Love will find you©mywritingtherapy
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Peel down the layers
Peel down the layers
One by one
Get to the core
To your essence
To what you have been alongBefore they came
and covered your skin
with fabrics and colors
never designed for you
never your sizeYou came here already complete
You don’t need a costume
You don’t need camouflage
You don’t need silk and pashmina
You don’t need make-up
Your are pure perfection from the start
You are everything you need
You are everythingBut they made you forget
How it feels
To be naked
To be the one you are
You became afraid
of how they would look
how they would judge
If you stripped down
And showed yourself bare
You even became afraid
That you would not recognize yourself anymore
That you would not like what you’d find
Beneath all of these layersBut you are beautiful and unique
Raw and edgy
The best version of yourself
Stretching and expanding constantly
You will never fit into a one size suit
No matter how hard you try
It will always feel wrong and uncomfortable
You will never breathe fully
In these clothes they put you inSo peel them down
All of these layers
Get undressed
Look underneath
Look inside
Find the essence
Find yourself
Find everything©mywritingtherapy
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Upcycling
You can not hurt me
the past built me an armour
made from pieces
of my broken heart©mywritingtherapy
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Wild thunder
I am a wild thunder of emotions
Uncountable and untamed
they storm
within me
over me
and out of me
It is my temperament
Nothing I can escape
But you told me to keep it at bay
Because you could not handle all of me
So I let myself be tamed
I locked it all
behind a calm and quiet face
But underneath this tranquil masquerade
Thunder and Lightning
were still seething in my soul
Growing stronger and wilder than ever
And let us be honest
a raging thunder can not be tamed
So on the day
this trembling tornado of emotions
finally broke out of me
it just blew you away©mywritingtherapy
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Water therapy
I need to feel the ocean
or else my mind runs dry©mywritingtherapy
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I wake up early
I wake up early
to witness
How darkness turns into light
How the world awakens
How new life begins
In an endless circle
Day and night, night and day
taking their turns in an infinite play
Two forces so vigorous
That even the sky’s boundless stage
is only big enough for each at a time
Instead of outplaying the other
they share their space equally
Everyone presents their act
in their own time
Without interruption
Each waiting silently behind the scenes
Until it is their turn again
No fight, No war, No envy
Just awe and respect
for their divine counterpart
The roles are distributed fairly
One could not perform without the other
The play would be incomplete
And in the small glimpse
when night exits and day enters
In the short marriage
of darkness and light
They bear an ascending awakening of life
Every day anew
So I wake up early
To witness the infinite play
Of day and night©mywritingtherapy
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Just create it
You ask me how I came
to live this life I’m living
Well I guess
I just created itRecently a couple of people have been asking me how I am able to afford my travels and how I came to live my current travel lifestyle and somehow this question always triggers me and also makes me very uncomfortable. Honestly, I have no clue how I ended up where I am right now. I did not consciously choose this path it just somehow happened. A couple of years ago I just started to listen to my heart and to follow my gut feeling and to switch off all worries and fearful thoughts and since then things have been unravelling sort of magically. What I am doing now might seem exotic and maybe also crazy to some people but it is my normal reality which I just created for myself. There is not one right way to live life on this beautiful planet there are in fact as many ways as there are people. Everyone has to decide what feels right for them and what he or she wants to do with this time they are given here. I can just advise you that if you believe in it everything is possible and that we sometimes just have to step out of our limited thinking and also out of our comfort zone. It’s not always happy beach and sunshine here. It is also a struggle to be away from friends and family and I sometimes also miss some kind of routine and a permanent home. But that will happen with every decision you make it will never be absolutely perfect and maybe the people around you won’t understand what, how and why you are doing something. But the only important thing is that you are content and happy with your own choices and the life you lead because no one else can do that for you. So, just go follow your heart and create the reality you want to live in and be grateful for everything you already have! I’m off to get a coconut!
Peace out and talk to you soon again ✌
Theresa
#thehippiehasspoken
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Broken heart rehab
Once upon a time
My heart got broken
And over the years
I tried to press it together again
By putting clay all over it
One layer after the other
To build a protective frameBut one day
My heart had outgrown its dried up shell
And the shield burst into bits and pieces
Laying its protégée bare
But my heart was still damaged
It could not heal
Because all of the fresh air was kept outsideSince then
I am living with my broken heart
Out in the open
Vulnerable
Without protection
And I will let it breathe and heal
On its own terms
And in its own timeSo now
I ask you
To be soft with it
To handle it with care
To be patient
Until it is whole again
Until it is strong enough
to beat with yours©mywritingtherapy
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I AM A WOMAN
I am not just a body
to serve all of your pleasuresI am not just a vessel
to hold all of your desiresI am not just a canvas
for your lust’s projectionsI am not just a toy
you can fool around with anytimeI am not just a mouth
for your lips to teaseI am not just a shell
you can crawl into whenever you pleaseI am a mind
I am a heart
I am a soul
I am a woman©mywritingtherapy
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Danit – Nauraleza
I just quickly wanted to share a beautiful song that I had on repeat constantly for the past couple of days.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.Danit – Naturaleza (Mose Edit)
And also a big, big, big thanks to everyone who is hanging out with me and my thoughts on here more or less often,
very much appreciated <3Talk to you soon again
Theresa
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Goodbyes
I will not tell you
That I am going to miss you
It will only burden your back
with the bittersweet weight of regretI want to send you on your way
with a light and open heart
and an empty bag to be filled
with growth and joyBut I will tell you
That I’ll be waiting for you
If you decide to return
To listen to all of your stories
To learn from what you have seen©mywritingtherapy
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Take me out to dance
Take me out to dance
Among the stars eye’s glance
Swirl me around
Until we lose the ground
Turn me till we lose our sight
Let’s forget where’s left and right
Let’s unlearn everything we think we know
Until we are carried only by our natural flow
Let’s get lost in universe’s boundless frame
Until we find ourselves in each other again©mywritingtherapy
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The wind
I was a leaf
hanging motionless on a tree
You were the wind
and when you came
I started to dance©mywritingtherapy
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The ones I love
How come
I keep my distance
To the ones
I’d love to be closeHow come
I become quiet
Next to the ones
I’d love to tell everythingHow come
I look away
From the ones
I’d love to see all the timeHow come
I am paralyzed
among the ones
I’d love to dance with all nightHow come
I turn to ice
Among the ones
I’d love to keep warmHow come
I tremble
with the ones
I’d love to feel safeHow come
I turn my shoulder
On the ones
I’d love to embraceHow come
I am so afraid
Of the ones
I love©mywritingtherapy
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Relationship foundation
If you don’t share my humour
I won’t share my bed either
©mywritingtherapy
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Meditation
In stillness I hear my heartbeat
The breath follows its rhythm
And my mind is at peace©mywritingtherapy
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Cleaning advice
Before you go around
sweeping other people’s doorstep
You should test the broom
in front of your own door first©mywritingtherapy
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Start to run
You live this life
From day to day
Stuck in foreign circles
Never finding your own wayYou are looking for the answers
For something to believe
For someone who will tell you
Where all of this will leadAnd you hear this tiny voice
At the far end of your head
But you think it’s foolish
And you stop listeningThe more you blend it out
The quieter it gets
Then finally it stops
Or you forget that it existsBut maybe that small voice
Knows what you need to hear
What no one else can tell you
The real truth that you fearA remedy to all your doubts
A cure for all this pain
An answer to the questions
Driving you insaneSo if you hear the call
Then you should start to run
Cause time my dear
Won’t wait for anyone©mywritingtherapy
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Monkey mind off
I sat down today and told myself
not to worry so much
life’s just too short
for that kind of stuff©mywritingtherapy
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In between the dark
In between the dark
In a streak of light
A feline shadow hides
Watching day turn into night©mywritingtherapy
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Real talk
I do not want another sweet message I can not feel your tenderness through a screen
I want your words to reach my ears
and not my eyes
I want to see your smile
and not your emoji’s
I want your hands to touch my skin
and not your keyboard
I want a connection between us
and not your wifiI prefer real talk
©mywritingtherapy
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Finding love
I believe love occurs
when people are looking for the same thing
and then find it in each other©mywritingtherapy
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One page romance
Ours was not the story
of an eternal love novel
with grand gestures
rose paddle romance
or midnight fireworks
It was more kind of a one pager
of shy glances at bus stops
and timid hellos in hallways
Nevertheless
reading it was worth just the same©mywritingtherapy
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Your choice
If you treat me like
an object
I’ll have not feelings in returnIf you treat me like
a woman
I’ll make you feel like a man©mywritingtherapy
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I’m not lost
No, I’m not lost
I’m not running away
I just haven’t found
The place where I want to stay©mywritingtherapy
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Pleasures vs. Happiness
Pleasures
will come and go
leaving a gap behind
you have to fill again and againHappiness
will stay with you
forming a stable ground
you can rely on again and again©mywritingtherapy
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Future lover
Future Lover
This one’s going to be tough
Cause the road till here was rough
I often crashed and broke my heart
And my dream filled waggon fell apart
It lay there upside down
Next to high hopes scattered on the groundBut I think
I got it fixed
Future lover
You’re up next©mywritingtherapy
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Change
With the pen in my hand
I wait for thoughts to release
But there is nothing to write
Because my mind is at easeI got rid of it all
Left my troubles at home
There’s no room for old baggage
On this journey to growYet the path is unclear
I don’t know where to go
But when I finally get there
I will let you knowMy heart is open
My mind is free
Change is coming
Crashing over meI trust what is out there
Will show me the way
It will keep me protected
It will show me what to playSo don’t you worry about me
I’m sure that good things will come
And with my heart wide open
I finally start to runMy heart is open
My mind is free
Change is coming
Crashing over me©mywritingtherapy
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Truth be told
I am happy
because I choose to be
it does not come
effortlessly©mywritingtherapy
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What you’re looking for?
If you’re just looking for a kiss
then darling, you are at the wrong address
If you’re looking just for me
then I’ll come downstairs
so we can speak©mywritingtherapy
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Silentium
People around me
sometimes talk so much
so I stay quiet
to prevent the air
from getting polluted
by too many words©mywritingtherapy
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The lover’s dance
The lover’s dance does not require a choreography
Without fixed movement
The motion flows fluid and free
For no couple can be compared
It’s a unique performance
Which can not be shared
A choreography is made out of limited and well known steps
But the lover’s dance should be much more
It goes beyond familiar precepts
It should bend our believes and stretch our souls
It should widen our hearts
Break us out of our emotional walls
The lover’s dance may often seem crooked and out of place
A formation of faults
That still bears world’s most elegant grace
A choreography has a beginning and always an end
But the lover’s dance creates an infinite bond
A timeless and continuous blend
A choreographed dance is precise and perfect
But lovers are humans
They are bound to forget
They may skip a step and may make mistakes
But they learn and they grow
Through what imperfection createsThe lover’s dance does not require a choreography
It is forever composed
by a peculiar mystery©mywritingtherapy
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Love hurts, Love heals
People loving you the most
May sometimes hurt you just the same
By learning to forgive them
You can cure each other’s pain©mywritingtherapy
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The bird
No I’m not a small bird
you can put into a cage
and I’m also not a lost soul
asking for the way
And I’m also not a poor thing
needing to be safed
I am surely not a treasure
that you can lock away
I’m also not a painting
I don’t fit into one frame
And I ain’t a boat that’s sinking
calling to be rescued from the wavesBut I’m an eagle in the blue sky
I’m spreading out my wings
I have a heart that’s alway open
finding new paths every day
My world is rich with people
who I can count on if I fail
and I’m a diamond shining brightest
in the light of day
I’m painting my own canvas
with all colors vividly
And I’m conquering the ocean
letting the waves carry meBut if you’re really worth it
then you can fly with me
we can search for new directions
fill our minds with precious memories
and with the treasures that we find
we can build our gallery
and out ships can float alongside
out there in the open seaNo I’m not a small bird
you can put into a cage
I’m an eagle in the blue sky
I’m spreading out my wings
And if you’re really worth it
then you can fly with me©mywritingtherapy
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If you really care to know
I am tired of people telling me that I am closed up
That I am not putting my heart out there
That I am not showing who I truly am
When in fact it is them
Who do not look closely
Who do not listen carefully
Who are mostly so absorbed with their own ego
That there is no space for anyone else anyway
It is true
I am not going around throwing my heart and soul into everyone’s face
I would consider that a rude and egocentric behavior
And I probably can’t tell you who I am
Because it changes constantly
And most of the time I am confused and do not even know it myself
But I am open
And I will try to explain
If you really listen
If you really care to know©mywritingtherapy
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Source of inspiration
What nurtures your soul
What nurtures your heart
What leads your dry mouth
Longing for inspiration and thought
To the refreshing spring
Where all of those words in clarity swim
Is it a guiding voice from outside
Whose visit you constantly wish for
But can not invite
Or does it hide deep within
A subtle companion
Only arising when you are still
You might never know
where it is from
Just keep your heart open
And let those words come©mywritingtherapy
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Bodytalk
You are looking for someone
Who understands you
Who knows what you are going through
Who can tell you what to do?
Listen to your body
It has been with you through it all©mywritingtherapy
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Heritage
If this life
has caused you so much pain
Why do you desperately try to convince me
to go down the same path©mywritingtherapy
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The Keys
Wherever I go
I always miss those keys
The feeling when my fingers touch the smooth, polished surface
The moment before I push them down
It is filled with silence
But already holds all the tones that are about to come
A pause
Before I pour my heart all over it
And then with a soft pressure
The first note escapes
Breaking the stillness
The first raindrop of a thunderstorm
My hands begin to tremble
My fingers start to run faster
Up and down
In waves
Out of my control
I am out at sea
In a little boat
Guided by an external force
The melodies come crashing in
Shaken to the core by what is going on outside
I am unable to escape the motion
But try to move with it
Sometimes drowning under water
Holding my breath
Feeling the beauty in the roughness
Of these crooked tones
Sometimes floating on the surface
Dancing on the water
In total harmony
No matter where I am
I let go
I let go of myself and give in
to this black and white storm
This melodious depth
This musical force
Let it carry me
I forget about time and space
Only me, my hands and these keys
Magic
Until the storm pulls away
The winds settle
And with the last raindrop
I release the pressure
And take my hands away
The final note still hanging in the air
Is taken over by silence
Which still vibrates from all the tones that just escaped
And I feel relieved
I always miss those keys
Wherever I go©mywritingtherapy
Sidenote:
While I wrote this I was listening to Jean-Michel Blais. Incredibly beautiful piano music!
You can listen to it here
SpotifyTalk to you soon again
Theresa -
Swimming
Floating
on fluid freedom
weightlessly
embraced by clarity©mywritingtherapy
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Traveler’s heart
I wonder
how much of my heart is left
cause every time I go
I leave a piece behind©mywritingtherapy
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There is a woman inside of me
There is a woman inside of me
Who I am trying to find
Who I am trying to beShe is kind and so full of love
She needs no outside approval
Being herself is perfect enoughShe likes to stay quiet and calm
Full of mystery
With an irresistible charmShe is the balanced kind
Both soft and strong
With an equanimous mindShe worships the good and the bad
Both are her teachers
that guide her aheadShe speaks her words with intentional care
Does not waste a syllable
And refuses to swearShe has an open and inspiring heart
Turning her feelings
Into music and artShe is not trying to please everyone
She goes her own way
And sings her individual songShe is independent and free
No one dictates
Where she shall go or who she shall beShe is full of knowledge of any kind
Reads books and poems
To feed her forever curious mindShe calls the world her home
Glides through cultures and countries
Never afraid of feeling aloneShe allows herself to make mistakes
Avoids pointless perfection
But watches the steps she carefully takesShe is her true self with every fiber
A warrior woman
With a soul stronger and wilderShe is the woman that I try to be
The woman inside
One day she’ll be me©mywritingtherapy
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So, what’s your job? / Herzsache
On my trip to Mexico in 2017 I met a German guy in my hostel and we decided to explore some Mayan ruins together. Of course I first asked him what his job was and and we talked a round about his and my profession. But only at the end of the day we spent togeher I found out that he was making music and wrote lyrics in his free time. Suddenly, when he was talking about that, there was a sparkle in his eyes which immediately got to me. It gave me a totally new impression of him. And boy, I was impressed by his messages, lyrics and beats when I got a first listen on the busride home.
This story always reminds me to try to start a conversation not by asking what someone is doing for a job but what their true passion is. What excites them. What do they love to do. Their „Herzsache“ (matter of the heart). That usually tells such a more powerful story about a person than a jobtitle. And in the best case passion and job are even the same thing!
Long story short, please give this talented gentleman, Renas, with his intelligent wordgames and heartfilling lyrics a listen because the world needs more people and messages like this!!
Herzsache
Leg die Hand auf meine Brust
Und höre drauf, was mein Herz halt so brummt
Herzsache
innere stimme der Vernunft
dass die meisten für sie Taub sind
ist für Vieles hier der GrundRenas Tokan – Herzssache
Listen on Spotify
Talk to you soon again
Theresa -
Surf lesson
One man’s
wave
is another man’s
waiting line©mywritingtherapy
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I am scared
I am scared to live this life of endless possibilities
So scared that I will drown
That it will just crash over me
Burying me underneath it allI am scared to let go of everything I know
To make space
So what is meant to be
Has room and time to growI am scared that I will go the wrong way
Unable to read the signs
That I will pick a direction not meant for me
And that I will get lost with no way of returnI am scared that I am not strong enough
To give all that it takes
That I will break down
Shortly before I reach the finish lineI am scared that I will be alone
That there is no one out there
Who will understand
And who will see meI trust that when I finally fought my way
To the place where I’m supposed to be
All of these fears will dissolve
And everything will be ok©mywritingtherapy
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Self destructive love
“Stop!”,
my heart begged.
“No more breaking, please!”
But I already hugged the next guy
with a hammer in his hand©mywritingtherapy
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Mary Oliver – The Journey
Mary Oliver – The Journey One day you finally knew
What you had to do, and began,
Though the voices around you
Kept shouting
Their bad advice‚
Though the whole house
Began to tremble
And you felt the old tug
At your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
Each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
Though the wind pried
With its stiff fingers
At the very foundations‚
Though their melancholy
Was terrible.
It was already late
Enough, and a wild night,
And the road full of fallen
Branches and stones.
But little by little,
As you left their voices behind,
The stars began to burn
Through the sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice,
Which you slowly
Recognized as your own,
That kept you company
As you strode deeper and deeper
Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do‚
Determined to save
The only life you could save.Yes, it can be really hard to just follow your own heart and go on your own path despite what everyone around you is saying. And this poem by Mary Oliver really covers a lot of feelings I have towards that topic. Maybe it also speaks to you and encourages you to go your own individual way and also to continue to do so although it might get tough at times. The struggle will be worth it!
Talk to you soon again
Theresa
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The best person you can be
The world around you
Looks different for everyone
Because you will always see itThrough your own eyes
Through your own thoughts
Through your own believes
Through your own judgment
Through your own personality
So if you want to see a better world
You have to see it through the eyes
Of the best person you can be©mywritingtherapy
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I am blessed
I am blessed
for all the magical places
that I get to goI am blessed
for all the magnificent faces
that I get to know©mywritingtherapy
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The soul
Yesterday evening a local Band from Sri Lanka played at the hotel I was staying and their songs, lyrics and also the lead singer’s voice really really blew my mind (Yes, they might have a new groupie now). And I did not want to withhold them from you. They are called ‘The Soul’ and recently recorded an Album which you can find on Spotify.
I especially loved their song ‘Butterflies in flight’ which you can also find here:
Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
Talk to you soon again
Theresa
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Worship every page
Your whole life’s story
is bound in one book
combining all chapters
good and badSo if you tear out the pages
filled
with fear,
with pain,
with doubt
and with regret
the whole thing will fall apart©mywritingtherapy
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Mindsploration
You do not have to travel far
to experience something new
there is a whole world
of breathtaking beauty
up in your head
ready to be explored©mywritingtherapy
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Distance / Time / Oblivion
DISTANCE
is just an eight letter word
that won’t keep us apart
Regardless where I go
I keep you in my heartTIME
is just a four letter word
That won’t come in between
any of our moments
and how you make me feelOBLIVION
is just an eight letter word
not able to erase
the stories that we share
and the memory of your face -
Understanding silence
In the breaks of our conversation
In the gaps of sentences
In between our words
In the pauses
In silence
I started to hear you©mywritingtherapy
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Travelscent
In the beginning
I always get insecure
dubious doubts disturb my mind
What are you doing?
What is all this for?
Why do you always leave your comfortzone?
But then I go outside
to take a breath
of this air filled with
adventure and discovery
and the overwhelming scent of
freedom
And immediately I know
why I’m on the road again©mywritingtherapy
I’ve been in Colombo for three days now and I have to say it hit me like a sledgehammer how hard these first travel days can be. I keep forgetting about that. Everything is new, you do not know your way around. The culture is new and you first have to adapt to it and learn how life works in this environment. Additionally, Colombo is not the cute, little and homey town but rather a big noisy and stressy city. So well here I am wondering once more: What the hell am I actually doing and why?
But there are already these small glimpses , smiles from people on the street, the comfy feeling when you discover a nice, little cafe where you can just sit, relax and tame the circus that is going on in your head. The delicious tastes of food you never had in your life before. So, I’ll try to remember not to get too stressed any more in these first days. To take it slow in the beginning and not try to go, see and do everything all at once. And to take a big breath at first to take in this oh so sweet travelscent!
Talk to you soon again
Theresa
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Sri Lanka, here I come!
New adventures ahead!
I am currently on a train to the airport in Vienna catching a plane to Sri Lanka where I’ll be spending the next months. There’s no return date yet. First stop will be a 10 day vipassana meditation course and then I’ll probably head south to catch some waves and thoughts to write about. Looking forward to this new country, new culture and new inspiration and I’m happy if you come along with me through this little blog
As I’m writing this I’m listening to Nil Ciuró. Beautiful beautiful music! Give it a listen!
Spotify Nil Ciuró – Futuralgia
Soundcloud Nil Ciuró – Futuralgia
Talk to you soon again.
Theresa
P.S.: Flying is still one of the most magical things in the world <3
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The greatest wealth in life
The greatest wealth in life can not be spent
but it will provide you a home
it will keep you warm and protected
it will nourish you with the most exquisit tastes
and it will give you more than money could ever buyThe greatest wealth in life
are alle the beautiful souls around you
those marvelous minds that enrich your life constantly
those diamond spirits that enhance your own glow
those gracious hearts that love you for who you areThe greatest wealth in life
is distributed equally
through all the precious memories
you share with those©mywritingtherapy
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Unexpected affection
Yesterday outside I saw
this couple leaning against a wall
as she got up on her tiptoes
to reach and kiss his nose
he put his hand around her hips
to lift and kiss her cheek©mywritingtherapy
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Words in progress
As I sat beneath the starlit sky
a group of wandering words rained down
they landed on my head
and crawled beneath my skin for shelter
there they mingled, danced and intertwined
forming strong and meaningful connections
combined in graceful harmony
they then slid down into my hand
to flow out gently
one
by
one
carefully revealing their gracious bond
ready to settle and commit
forever on the white blank page©mywritingtherapy
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If I could go back
If I could go back and talk to the girl I used to be I would start by telling her that life is full of ever changing mystery and as far as I know now it probably takes more than a lifetime to find out what it all means. But I would go on by telling her that within this time she is given she should always dare to dream and always trust and believe that life will guide and lead her exactly to where she needs to be. I would also confront her with the truth and that this road she has ahead of her will be very rough and exhausting at times and that she will get hurt and bruised along the way. But I would also make damn sure she knows that she already has every weapon within her to fight and overcome all of these downfalls and that she will rise from all of them stronger and more beautiful than she was before. I would tell her that if she stays true to herself and listens to her own heart she will always be right. Even if her opinion is contrary to what everyone around is saying she should follow her gut. Because no one else but herself will ever know what is right or wrong for her. I would also tell her that her aim should never ever be to become perfect because she is enough and so much more than perfect already. The only thing she should aim for is to always give her own very best. But that the shape of her very best can change every day, every hour and even every minute. So sometimes she will feel strong and powerful, ready to conquer the world and sometimes maybe just breathing is all she can do and then that’s enough too. And I would tell her that she should always fight for and follow her dreams and to put love and passion into everything she does. And if that is not available for something it might just not be right for her and that it is also ok to let go. To let go of dreams and believes and of people and of places that no longer serve her. I would tell her that she will learn that she is neither able to change the whole world nor another person. But with her words and actions she has the tremendous power to transform herself and her surroundings into something better and more beautiful and with that she can inspire others to do the same. I would tell her that there will be a lot and different kinds of people coming into her life but it is always upon her to decide who deserves the right to stay and who has to leave her world again. And that no matter who they are or how they treat her she can learn from each one of these encounters. And that often those who have different views, beliefs and opinions than her own turn out to be the best teachers.
If I could go back to the girl I used to be I would tell her that some of her plans will not work out and that her story will be rewritten again and again because the only constant thing in life is change. And that she should never be worried or afraid if things fall apart or come to an end because every single stage of her life is a beautiful and important but also tiny fragment of a big, magnificent mosaik. And one day when she looks back on all the adventures she had it will be whole and all the pieces will fit perfectly. And if she lived her life to the fullest not being directed by worries or fear but by staying true to herself with an open heart and an open mind she might even get a glimpse of what it all means.
If I could go back to the girl I used to be I would hug her and tell her I love her and that I am so grateful for her helping me to become the woman I am today. And we would both turn our gaze forward excited to meet all the wonderful women this life will still turn us into.
©mywritingtherapy
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Watch out
We are all so dictated by this thing called
TIME
Minutes, hours, months and years
Govern our lives
But they are all made up
A manmade illusionObviously,
The rivers will still run
The air will still flow
The world will still turn
The sun will still rise
Long after all our clocks stopped ticking©mywritingtherapy
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Brainwash
The sound of warm summer rain in my ear
Washes away transient thoughts
And leaves my mind fresh and clear©mywritingtherapy
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Wordcrumbs
I usually do not know
where the words will take me
They just show up
At any place or time
they take my hand
and invite me to come with themWhile I throw breadcrumbs on the way
they guide me to the depths of my mind
To places I haven’t been before
where they teach me everything I need to knowBut only when I go back
when I retrace the steps
While I pick up breadcrumb after breadcrumb
I start to gather the meaning
to uncover the truth
Of what has been there
all along©mywritingtherapy
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Love nest
I want to lie next to you
on a big mattress of security
wrapped in a light blanket of trust
our heads resting on a soft pillow of mutual understanding
under a weightless ceiling of endless possibilities
surrounded by the sweet scent of sunlit sunday mornings
and the harmonized beat of our love filled heartsAnd I as I close my eyes
with a smile on my face
I know I am home©mywritingtherapy
