I asked my 1023948102894 Insta followers to give me random words and I took the first 15. I was so excited and wanted to start – also wow I didn’t expect this many replies).
This is the poem.
Literally don’t know whether it makes sense. But it was very fun thinking about these words, trying to put them together and honestly it brought me out of my own head and I felt connected to people – to you. So thank you for making my Monday night.
I would love to know what you think of it (text me on Insta!!). And if you expected your words to end up in a story like this… probably not…
For the Germans: cobblestone = Kopfsteinpflaster (musste ich auch erst nachgucken)
time has lost its meaning
now
is flowing is never a time is never set is nothing but
now
I can do whatever I want
maybe that’s the problem
bicycle kissing the cobblestone
we go out when we can’t stay in
bicycle and cobblestone
they’re not sure whether they like each other
nothing stirs me up like this cobblestone
bicycle says
i ask
do you like being stirred up?
kinda.
sometimes
no
yes
depends
so you love the cobblestone
well… I don’t know
bicycle blushes
it forces me to deal with myself, ride along through the rough patches
I smile
you loooooove cobblestone
psycho!
someone screams
they must’ve heard me speaking to bicycle
I turn around
bicycle loses control
we fall
why won’t they let me talk with bicycle
why won’t they leave me be
we fall
and have i not longed for a window in my life’s timeline
to let myself fall
I look around
bicycle talks to cobblestone
they like each other
I knew it
I knew being stirred up is not a bad thing
numbness is the demon
things look different from down here
no desire to get up
instead I watch the sweet boys play soccer
on the lawn across the street
I guess there really is something to love
for everyone on this planet
it’s easy to love
letting yourself love what you love
that is what’s hard
we fell
I turn my head
I can’t believe I fell
a bee at the tip of my nose
terrified
bee loses its life when fighting for it
if she wouldn’t fight maybe she wouldn’t lose
doesn’t seem fair
remain calm
every bone of my body screams
rise! rise! rise!
I have learned
the hardest part isn’t to rise after a fall
it is to realise you have fallen in the first place
taking time
looking at what the rooftops look from down here
it isn’t about rising as fast as possible
when the time is right
I will rise
in that I trust
like the awakening of my soul
can’t be rushed
screaming wake up, wake up!
will only let my soul sink deeper into sleep
forcing myself to rise
when I am not ready
like setting an alarm to gaze at the moon
no need to control nature
the moon will touch me
gently
whisper
here
moonlight
I am here
now
come and let me hold you
time has lost its meaning
let’s stop rushing
where am I
still on the ground holding my hand upon my forehead
sun is blinding
sometimes light is blinding
and darkness is brighter than the sun
should we stay forever
I ask bicycle and my body lets go
muscle sinks into the ground
I am being held
by something bigger than myself
PERSPEKTIVENWECHSEL, change of perspective
language
no barriers within humanity
please!
I let myself be down here
blossom
oh, with every fall I take
I blossom
into a gentle human
isn’t it great how the
hardest falls
soften our souls
in the most subtle ways
bicycle and I are back on the road
it just happened
we got up
somehow
how
not important
now
is flowing is never a time is never set is nothing but
now
I can do whatever I want
maybe that’s the problem
or maybe that’s the silver lining
in the midst of humanity
I am in charge of my
now
