shethoughtabout

[shethoughtabout]

grief is dying with them while having to live

silence.

parts of me have gone with you.

a written understanding

the engraving of pain in my heart

as if it was a tombstone

alive from 1994 to 2017

and what happened then?

it didn‘t stop beating, yet died;

it would never be the same again.

- i.h.

#poetry #writing #thoughts #poem #grief #loss #dealing with grief #love #wnq writers #grief poetry #grief poem #coping with grief #grief/mourning #grief journey

[shethoughtabout]

heute hat mich die vergangenheit eingeholt, überrollt, den dicken, schweren umhang übers herz geworfen, doch wie trägt man ihn? ich tappe im dunkeln, der schmerz ist formlos, ich spüre die schatten, doch das ende nicht. sinnsuche scheitert, worte rutschen ab, verlieren den halt. nur die gedanken stürzen in trümmern auf mich ein, ihr tut mir weh, doch meine arme schützen mich nicht. kauernd empfange ich schläge ins herz, erinnerung, so fühlt sich mein schmerz also an. panik ohne gegenwart.

-i.h.

#schreiben #lyrik #deutsche lyrik #writing #poetry #gedanken #poem #thoughts

[shethoughtabout]

a voice inside my head whispers

„who is the person you want to be?“

it is not the shaken child

it is not the worried adult

it is not the girl holding herself in her pain.

those might be but the roots of a strength

I see myself display

as the person I want to be.

-i.h.

#poetry #writing #poem #life #strength #thoughts #inspiration #quote #motivation #newpoetssociety #spilled ink #philosophy #literature

[shethoughtabout]

we dream, we strive, we suffer

we deem ourselves not enough

we are on our own

the hardest judges of our lives.

we believe, we doubt, we fear

we think daily that we fail

so we stand lost and lonely

in the midst of moments passing by.

we reflect, we worry, we hurt

we lose sight of the good

so here we stand in our achievements:

the depressed lucky ones.

we feel, we crash, we numb

we store the painful memories away

and in our denial of weakness

we become thieves of what we so desperately need:

healing.

-i.h.

#poetry #writing #poem #life #depressing poem #thoughts #spilled ink #newpoetssociety #literature #poems and quotes #poets on tumblr #depressing quotes #mywriting

[shethoughtabout]

struggles come and go

constant tides

ebb and flow.

so you think

one heavy road is travelled

one mountain climbed

one lesson learned

when the next one

knocks gently on your door

like an old friend knowing:

it is time.

I come visit

did you know I lived in you?

will you invite me in?

-i.h.

#poetry #writing #poem #life #spilled ink #thoughts #newpoetssociety #literature #mywriting #depressing poem #sad poems #poems and quotes #dark poetry #healingjourney #healing

[shethoughtabout]

everyone will rise and fall

and I? I take hold of it all

my shoulders merely strong enough

to bear the times that have been rough

but when I feel their suffering

it‘s too hard not to just jump in

despite the battles that I fight

I drown in trying to make things right

we carry things that no one can see

and for what I‘ve lived, this gets to me

so yes, I‘ll lend a helping hand

invisible the abyss of where I stand

and if you‘d ask, I‘d probably lie

no, I never wish to die.

-i.h.

#poetry #writing #thoughts #life #newpoetssociety #depressing quotes #depressing poem #sad poems #poem #spilled ink #mywriting #literature

[shethoughtabout]

my voice sometimes lingers

at the back of my head

and my pride hides

behind the walls of fear

my openness suddenly turns silent

and honesty feels out of reach

sometimes I really wonder where I am

when I talk to you.

- i.h.

#love #poetry #writing #thoughts #spilled ink #poets on tumblr

[shethoughtabout]

stillness is my relief of the moment

breath my savior of now

I sit down to rest in silence

to find my why and how

calmness is my soldier of peace

and in its soothing embrace

walls tremble and tears ripple

and I accept what I face

nature is my savior of presence

and watching her rivers flow

with utter presence and safety

all of a sudden, I know

I sit and play with surrender

let go in so many ways

and from what ever felt so heavy

it‘s only the present that stays.

- i.h.

#poetry #wnq writers #writers on tumblr #poetryriot #spilled ink #writing #thoughts #life #spiritualwisdom #spiritual quotes

[shethoughtabout]

sweet poetry of the birds not travelled south yet

silent whispers of the leaves not fallen

gentle touch of the last warm winds and weakening sunrays

faint recession of summer’s remnants

watching you is just like that;

a longing before you are gone,

beautiful, tragic melancholy.

- i.h.

#poetry #love #writers on tumblr #wnq writers #poetryriot #love poem #recognizingthevoiceless #thoughts #writing

[shethoughtabout]

when the ink has laid its weight on paper, and the truth has slightly bent until it became heavy, when fate has reached a point of no return, when we halt to fill our lungs with air, when we drown despite the deserts in our hearts, when we continue stumbling toward tomorrow‘s fulfillment, when we‘re brought down to our knees on a too sunny day, then we still, we still haven‘t died yet and what do we make of it, the thought burns in our minds.

- i.h.

#poetry #spilled ink #life #poetryriot #newpoetssociety

[shethoughtabout]

My body.

My body carries me through the world. It is complex, ever-changing, it is breathing and walking and running and dancing. It is a reflection of my soul, my self-love, my values and my life. It is a mirror of the worth I see in myself.

It is a process, constantly evolving and growing, absorbing and replacing, hurting and healing, it is - a miracle. It is a vessel, an expression, a multitude of functions, it belongs to me but is not me, it is art, it is pleasure, it is home.

It is the stage for my thoughts, my emotions, my skills, my nonverbal and verbal communication, it is the canvas I paint my life on.

It is unique, it is different, it is object of comparison but uncomparable, it evolves and it is a place of endless opportunities. It is present. It is fully and completely here.

It is the curtain my personality shines through. It is never quite the same and still familiar. It is what I do with it, how I nourish it, what I think of it, how I treat it, move it and rest it. It is what I see in it.

It is silent and patient and working for me, never tired, never still. It is an expression of life. Of love and of pain. Of laughter and tears. Eternity and transience. It is always both.

It is here and it is now. And there is no other time to breathe in and breathe out, there is no other time to appreciate, to honestly and unapologetically love it - but now.

-i.h.

#poetry #writing #thoughts #body image #body

[shethoughtabout]

we are widows of our old ideas

they have vanished

but we’re still theirs

we define ourselves with a past long gone

and don‘t realize

it‘s not so much about things dying

but about the names we give ourselves.

we create sadness over and over again

while those old things are actually free

and wouldn‘t dare weighing on us anymore.

we ask ourselves how the past

has such an impact still

while we name ourselves with it daily

and put its weight on our hearts

as we could just as well

like them, as they vanished so lightly

let go.

- i.h.

#poetry #writing #letting go #thoughts #inkwell

[shethoughtabout]

You see the elegance in a head held high

Despite the tears kept in the eye

You see the pride in furrowed brows

Despite the numbness that aroused

You see the grace behind sealed lips

Shaking under fingertips

You say it‘s ok, it is not fair

And touch the grace in her despair

Hold still, it hasn‘t been in vain

There‘s so much beauty in your pain.

- i.h.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #newpoetssociety #poem #writing

[shethoughtabout]

I scratch the surface of the pain, but feel unable to dive in deeply. I see no safety net, I‘m reluctant, I do not dare. I see my freedom down there, somewhere just in the middle of despair, and I long for it. So much. But I don‘t give in, and on my shoulders I carry the weight of it all, unable to stumble and fall. My feet have grown so strong, how can it become so hard to acknowledge a tender, deeply shattered spot? It feels like the pain of a century, of all people around me, and somewhere beneath it all, I carry my own vulnerable heart, whispering the wish to be set free, to be held in someone’s arms, to break open, to let it all out and sob until the tears finally dry. -i.h.

#writing #poets on tumblr #newpoetssociety #life #excerpt from a book i'll never write

[shethoughtabout]

a pure soul

a pure soul is someone who is kind, gentle, open-hearted. who knows and manages to just be themselves, and who resists judgement.

who has a warm attitude and gentle outlook on life, who sees the good in everyone and in circumstances, despite the suffering they have in their lives.

someone who is honest about their feelings, who doesn‘t hide or tries to cover or be someone else. who loves deeply, lives passionately, laughs honestly.

-i.h.

a friend asked me what a pure soul means to me

#writing #newpoetssociety #poetryriot #positivethinking #life quote

[shethoughtabout]

you are

impeccable

infinitely tender

yet miraculously strong

like a thousand years old tree

in the eye of a storm.

you‘re soft and bright

in all your features

almost translucent, it seems

sun shines through your eyes

love through your speech

even for a world that hurt you

more than you’d deserve.

you‘re gracious, hopeful

yet rest in pondering silence

every now and then.

you’re intangible, elusive

a brilliant being

how could you not be

loved?

- i.h.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #newpoetssociety #poetryriot

[shethoughtabout]

And then leave.

Then set yourself free.

Set both of your souls free

and make room to breathe.

To realize that you deserve without condition.

That you actually deserve

all and every little bit

you‘ve ever wished for.

Don‘t deny your luck to yourself,

it is all there.

So then leave.

Then set yourself free.

Don‘t settle for anything less

than what your dreams

are made of.

- i.h.

#poetry #love