Poetry

I once fell in love

I once fell in love
I wrote it all down

I wanted to tell the story
For love is not always forever

It doesn’t have to be pure
It can just be right in the moment

Right for you

 

I wanted to tell you about my feelings
About my sorrows
Not to help you or guide you to salvation

But to tell you it’s okay to cry
Okay to feel lost
That sometimes things don’t work out
That sometimes the thing you want is right in front of you

 

I once fell in love
It was wonderful and splendid
I still remember it like yesterday
But now it’s time to let go

So I collected all our words into this book
To tell the world our story
To tell the world about us

 

Poetry

You and I are a strange match

You and I are a strange match

A crazy couple

You smile

Spark

I laugh

Fire

We touch

Blazing heat

I want to tell you so bad

But I’m scared of ruining it

Scared of letting go

Letting myself fall

If I fall I’m lost

If I fall I’ll loose

If I fall I need you to catch me

A cliché but true

A burden but important

A exaggeration but underrated

For if you are not there for me

Who will be

If you won’t hold me close at night

Who will?

We’re a strange match

A funny couple

But maybe that just might work

Maybe that just might be right

Maybe we should try

Poetry

The words came back

The words came back to me late one night

I was just laying quietly

Listening to the sound of my thoughts and dreams

My fantasies and wonderings

Then out of nowhere I heard a sound

A little bell from the corner of my ear

The sound was closing in like a wave

Hitting me hard

 

The whispering words crawled around my head

Telling me loving words of feelings I didn’t know off

Feelings I had tried to push away

Love

Kiss

Touch

Safe

 

 

Words of poems

Poems of love

I wrote them down for you

So someday I could tell you

Of the night the words returned to me

Poetry

I love making fun of my life

I love making fun of my life

It makes it seem less miserable

If people laugh at my sorrows

That means it’s not really sad

Right?

I love teasing myself in front of others

It makes them feel better about themselves

I joke about my dating life, sex life, general life

It makes it seem better

I love telling people stories

I exaggerate

Pause for drama

And cue signals for each new reaction

I feel like a movie director

I love hating myself

It’s a habit I’ll really truly get over

For who will feel sorry for me

If I don’t tell them how miserable I am

How little self esteem I carry

And how much I need their kind words

I love writing poems

It helps me find my inner voice and true pain

I dig it out and analyze it

It’s so big

So shiny

Then I put it back inside before anybody notices

I love life

I just wish I could

Love me as much

Karoline's Blog, Written Words

#adulting

Adulthood is a funny destination. You never truly know when you have arrive. What age you should be. If you have to come alone, with friends or just show up when you feel ready.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about adulthood. Running towards it. Running away from it. Not really sure how I feel about the term.

When I was younger, adulthood was at 23. When you had your life together, big apartment with your one truly love whom you could travel the world with before you got married and started popping out children.

Here in reality, my 24th birthday is creeping in on me and I’m nowhere near that dream. I was so afraid of getting older that I booked a flight to the “party central” city of Budapest. If I’m not home, it’s not really happening.

I suppose we can’t choose whether or not we grow up. I know plenty of “grownups” with kids and everything, who are by no means “adults”. And that’s okay. But that doesn’t mean we should all run about and praise Peter Pan. There’s some beauty to be held in adulthood. Some excitement to being referred to by this name (yes I just watched Call Me By Your Name, and it’s amazing).

Which is why I want to tell you about my experiences as a tween turned teen turned twenty something turned quarterlife crisis turned adulting turning adult.

We will go far together. We will cry. We will laugh. You will laugh and cry because you see my pain. You feel it too. We will all laugh because of how pathetic we are but it’s okay. We will drink wine and eat garlic bread. And maybe one day… we will grow up and spend our time more wisely than on writing this ….

But for now let’s just stay in this beautiful moment that is #adulting.

See you soon!

Poetry, Written Words

In love with a feeling

I think I was in love with the feeling

The passion

The lust

I liked worrying about someone else

Wondering about them

And spending all my energy on their needs

Sometimes that all we need

An idea

A feeling that reminds you

Reminds you why you hated that feeling

Loved it to pieces

Allowed it to break you apart

I’d do anything for that feeling

Being alive

Blood running through your veins

I’m not sure what is worse

Having it

Or missing the absent of it

But next time I’ll be ready

I’ll welcome it back with open arms

Because then I know I’m alive

And I’m feeling good