Awake in the age of media manipulation| femininity and fear
my take on how fear can shut us off from our own femininity in the context of what is currently going on in our world.
Visited your safe place recently?
Sometimes I forget how much I love to write, how it feels to spill out everything your heart is holding back. If somebody is caring or asking for it or not, writing is not about conversation or acceptance, it is about speaking your…
In all your stories, have you ever been loved
I wonder if love stories can outgrow themselves. That they missed so may right timings and failed all needs at the wrong moment. I am wondering if you could have been what I saw you being in other parts of yourself…
Summer night Poetry| Portugal
And today is not a Moment existing beside my reality, it is the blood that is running through my veins, rising to the surface when in pain, rushing to unburden, heal my shame and remind me: In feeling there is gain.
Grace has not left your side.
It is incredibly hard to imagine ever feeling wonder and joy again in the most authentic parts of yourself when you are in the midst of a storm that is testing your foundations. How easily we can give up on life is something that shows….
Love will forever bring you home.
And grace doesn’t only find you on blood drenched knees when you are begging for help to lift you up from the pits hell, it opens your eyes to see that in your most rebellious and hurting moments it was chasing you with love, it was…
Dear dark side.
It took me a while to admit that I wasn’t listening to you, that I pushed you aside and was mad at you for every attempt of speaking up
. I cut you off more times than I can count
and denied you when you needed my loyalty the most…
emotionally unavailable men.
I am sitting here sobbing in my bed at 11 am in the morning because I could feel the hurt of my porous boundaries, too much pleasing and rejection for expressing where I start. My boundaries have been broken far too often …
The need to feel understood| autumn
The need to feel understood. I think we all have it. We all want someone to believe that we make complete and utter sense. That there is no defect. I am starting to understand that there is a treasure hidden in being misunderstood
The void left behind.
I guess I felt really uninspired... I wanted to write honestly. Wanted to say what I am actually feeling. All the fears I am breathing at the moment. But I just couldn't. If I would have, I would have had to feel the void…
Make myself forget.
It still feels like a bad dream to me. Our goodbye like a missed punchline. All the time spent waiting, hoping and wondering. All the days spent doubting. I tried so many times to awake myself. To push my heart back into reality, but reality feels like a lie without you.
You didn't know how to hold a heart.
This is a song I wrote a some time ago. You can let it be about whoever you need it to be. Make it mean the things you need to hear. For me it was about justice and sorrys. Believing in yourself after too lates…
You can't analyze art.
There were times where I took my diary everywhere. Every time something made me upset or anxious I would write, write everything down, every fear and every lie running through my head. It was a book …
Winning your heart back.
You are a home that has been turned into a war zone. And even though everything happened for a reason that you do not fully understand yet, it is time to come home. Come home and win the very …
I wanted to mean danger.
I wanted to mean danger in the most innocent ways. Scaring your fears to death while calming a restless breath. With a look in my eyes that unveils every failed attempt of love as a declaration of lies …
Almosts.
Some days feel like I can forget how it felt to be held by you. Where I don't remember the look in your eyes when you took my hand and shared a piece of your precious heart with me…