Poetry

Infatuation

Do you ever get so infatuated with someone
That even their name turns you on

That even though you know
It will never happen
You can’t help trying
You know the outcome and
It doesn’t look good
But he does

What ever he does
Makes you flinch
Makes you fantasize about touching those fingers
One at the time
Kissing those lips
Soft at first
Then passionately

Saying your name out loud is a new found hobby of mine
I find odd pleasure in pretending I’m yours and you’re mine
Feeling each syllable leave my tongue and fall neatly off my open lips
The lips you close in on
Your eyes lock in mine
You smile and say
“Tell me what you’re thinking about”

You, I think
Always you
But I keep quiet
And simply say my favorite words

– I never knew a name could be my favorite word

Poetry

Easy

It was so easy
The first date
The first kiss
It all flew past me as if it had all happened in another life

Meeting my friends
Staying over
Was this it
Is this how you fall in love
Without complications
Without issues

The first touch
The first time
Nothing out of the ordinary
Just you and I
As if we had always been
You and I

The toothbrush staying over
The socks on the floor

Is this love?
Is this what everybody is searching for
It feels too easy

Does love have to be hard for it to be worth it
Haven’t I spent enough time with troubled love stories
Enough time trying to figure out
What is going on

Then once I have it easy
I complain

Maybe the easy love is the best love
The one you should search for
Maybe I like the directness of this

Because if it’s real
It doesn’t matter if it came to you
In the hard way
Or the easy way

As long as it found it’s way to you

⁃ This feels good

Poetry

Chasing the unreachable

I like the idea of belonging to someone
Have someone to tell my secrets to
Share my worries

I have spent enough time
Chasing the unreachable
Every time I got close
They would move further away

It’s exciting
Exhilarating
And exhausting

So I’m done

With you, I feel comfortable
Close
Clean
As if all my previous mistakes have been washed away
For a new shiny slate

A new story just for me to fuck up

I hope I don’t
I truly hope I don’t let my thoughts and doubts
Get the best of me
They usually do

But wouldn’t it be nice
If just for once
I let someone be nice to me

I let someone treat me well

⁃ I want to deserve you

Poetry

Giggly

How can you make me feel so nervous
Like I’ve got nothing to say
Everything I say sounds silly
Giggly
And childish

I want to make you smile
Make you run away
And never look back

That way I won’t fall in love again
Won’t get disappointed
Won’t have my heart broken again

But what if I didn’t
What if I actually tried
And showed you the real me

Not the pink haired unicorn girly-girl
The vulnerable quiet insecure one
The one I rarely show the world

For it is easier to put on a show
Than allow others to hurt and judge you

Easier playing the fool
Than who we really are

For what if someone see you
And doesn’t like you

⁃ I really don’t want to fuck this up

Karoline's Blog, Poetry

Happiness

Today I realized a thing.
The only reason I don’t feel happy is because
I won’t let myself feel happy

The only reason I feel lonely is because
I choose to be alone

The only reason I feel single is because
I keep telling everybody that I’m single

That I hate it.

Which is not true.
It’s quite fun.
I quite enjoy the freedom.
The random nights.
The hot, awkward, romantic, sexy and awful kisses.

Each one is a story I treasure.
A time I will miss someday in the future
When I can no longer run around and kiss strangers

Today I learned that if I wish to be happy
I simply have to tell myself to be happy
Because I am
I’ve just hid it under a negative layer of hatred and complaints
because I thought that was more interesting
Because people told me I was too positive
But what is that?
Too positive
That’s a great thing

So if you don’t mind
I’m going to strip those negative layers off
One annoying thought at a time:

I work too much
– yes, but only cause you like your job

I never get anything done
– no, because you stare into your phone all day

I will never find a boyfriend
– maybe you should go on a date

I am so lonely
– no, you never answer your friend or accept their invitations

I will die alone
– you isolate yourself out of boredom

Today I learned a lot
I learned how to grow and move on
I learned how to stop the negative stream of thought

I’m quite excited about tomorrow
Some changes are good

And I can’t wait for this one!

Poetry

Nervous

I am so nervous
Feel it deep in my bones
What if they don’t like it
What if no one shows up

This was suppose to be a big moment for me
Suddenly it’s all about the practicalities
The quantity not quality
The business

I don’t even want to go
I’m not badass
I should be yelling from the rooftops
But find myself crawling into the corner

I don’t want to talk to anyone
Don’t want anyone to know

What was I thinking
Putting all these words into the world
Who is going to care
Who will read them
Appreciate them

⁃ Is it too late to give up?

Poetry

Marketing mess

Hi everybody.

Big news! I’m publishing my very own poetry collection on October 16th. It’s going to be huge for me and I can’t wait.

So lately I have been trying to use Instagram for marketing. I guess I just got kind of sick of it today. The whole selling and earning money aspect. I just wanted to write beautiful and honest poetry that might help someone some day. Do you ever feel like that. Anyway here is my poem about my thoughts of trying to figure out this whole marketing mess. Enjoy!

How do you stand out in a crowd of letters
How do you make them see you for who you really are

Not the cliché they will turn you into
Not for the uncertain laughs they will hand to you

I need to untangle from this marketing mess
Need to remember who I am doing this for
And the answer is me
Not them
Not you

I am helping me and only me by bringing these sentences to life
I rescue myself from the dreaded boredom
I don’t do it for fame
Money
Or acknowledgment
I just couldn’t stop it the words flowing
Running through my body

So I wrote them down
Now here I am
Showing you my best kept secrets
My inner thoughts
And you expect me to make a business out of it
You expect me to sell it like lemonade
I’m not sure I can do it
Not sure I was made for that

I guess I just wanted to share it with you
So here it is

⁃ Hope you’ll enjoy it