I am the fire spirit risen from Aries, I have been riven, on the birthday of Artemis I was born of a stardust promise.
I am to be sought not bidden. From in a dark place hidden. On the cusp of the gloaming, I may be found the hillsides roaming.
Summer nights, running through forests of love Entwined like tree branches intimacy found. Lips kiss as if greedily taking in water. Bodies intermingled like vines, sought and received Wrapped in each other’s arms, passion sated.
In the November snowfall. Through the darkness of night. My courage in both hands. The hours drifted by. The pain was numbed by gas and air. Suddenly, you were there – belovéd firstborn.
When one loves more than the other no good can come of it. The other cheats and tells lies A divorce follows.
the saddest thing is to be mourning the living, our estranged children
October sorrows recalled memories – birth, death, awaiting rebirth our promised eternity free from human pain at last!
I feel you in my veins One touch ahead, Don’t get mad, I protect you!
Toxic or not?
We are never on the same level, yet we need each other so much, is it toxic or did we lose sense – for compromises?
I want to listen
I want to listen to you, I want to get along with you, I always wish you just the best, I hope this connection forever it lasts, yet we are strangers…
Becoming and Deceasing
Rain is dropping on my head, whether happy, whether sad, rain is light and has no mood, life giving on the earth clued, but coming together, destructive, dropping all life abductive.
Timo Schmitz is a language fanatic, philosopher, journalist, poet, and book author from Germany, where he lives and studies. He authored poetry books in German, English, and French. His poetry was also featured in Luna’s Poetry Bar as well as I Write Her. This is Timo’s first feature on The Short of It.
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