Do we ever change our head
and what moves inside
Day 3078, no.
Daily picture, PoetryPoetry
Day 3077, life is a riddle.
Daily picture, Poetry
What side of the double stairs
going up
do I take
when I am not closer
to the answer
Day 3076, from me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I am curious
for what to see in the window
furthest from me
that’s why I always look
through new windows
for me
because
it might be the one
furthest away
from me
Day 3075, loss.
Poetry
The memories from old photos
look so much better
must be the distance in time
times memory loss
Day 3073, little wings.
Daily picture, Poetry
There is a little house
attached to yours
where you live
close to you
where you can
fly away
when your small
and grow wings
Day 3072, shadows.
Daily picture, Poetry
Black shadows creep up
while the sun rises
it must be me
sinking deeper
but why trust a shadow
Day 3069, empty politics.
Daily picture, Quotes
In politics we presume that everyone who knows how to get votes knows how to administer a city or a state. When we are ill… we do not ask for the handsomest physician, or the most eloquent one.
Day 3068, standing outside.
Daily picture
I now see
that the door only opens
from the inside
Day 3067, confused.
Daily picture, Poetry
I sit here now
listening
to me
from yesterday
when I realized
the best path
is the one I walked
the day before
yesterday
I don’t know
how I arrived
here
Day 3066, what is.
Daily picture, Poetry
I am just
in my world
focussed
on nothing
but what is
important
to me
Day 3062, in awe.
Daily picture, Poetry
Listen to the call of some
doors are not meant to be opened
try to listen unlocked
to be drawn
closer
a movement
a harmony wills
closes
your eyes
in awe
Day 3060, plain.
Daily picture, Poetry
Even a plain white brick wall
can be interesting
a source of contemplation
and an inspiration
there are no rules
besides the one we make ourselves
Day 3058, let me.
Daily picture, Poetry
I don't stand in your way
but please
let me look
Day 3057, too little.
Daily picture, Poetry
You portray me so dark
is what she said to me
I replied
that it was just the light
Day 3054, just.
Daily picture, Poetry
We all make it
wile we just
want to lay down
rest
and eat
Day 3051, bench.
Daily picture, Poetry
There was a man sitting on a bench in Athens
2400 years ago
thinking about politics
fruitlessly
we can still see his statue
but not as a reminder
Nochrisis 