Poetry on the run

Lingering inside her heart
violent and sore
alluring to the extent of insanity
vivid as many of her dreams.
She can not be brave
for it becomes crystal clear
sanity was never made for her.

Poetry on the run

Hello my dear readers,

I have written the next poems mainly somewhere in the vast universe of college.
I'd like to present a few to you over the next several days.
Starting with:

Misty

Swirling, nearly liquid
cupped and swaying
warm and languid
it seers inside.
Hottest pleasure
fine it is
ends with ling'ring kiss.

How do we live nowadays...

Our possibilities to cope with emotional problems or to elaborate on our own feelings is limited. Au contraire our wisdom and culture is to be found on the Internet. Google is your new best friend and Myspace, Twitter and Facebook your platforms for social networking. Is it possible to go on internet dates? The answer is: YES. Skype or MSN with your buddies while being on Google Maps and teling them where you are going. Cyber dates... not new but on the way to be normal. Dangerous for your social life? It might be, but there is still no place for cyber jobs. Is cyber friendship bad? I don't think so: As long as you still meet with the outside world, having friends from far, far away is always a good thing (and don#t forget the breathing either). People think strangers can understand them better than their own family or friends. Are they right? - Sure why not? Social networking gives us the opportunity to live our "other self". But don't forget: Don't lose yourself! Be who you are.... in every possible way. Stay true to yourself! If you like RP (as in roleplay) so be it... nevertheless your character is neither a real person, nor are you a fictional character. You can play around all you want and let your imagination take over, as long as you realize that it is not the world as you know it, you play in. It is another universe.

The magic of music

One of these days you will find yourself in a town crowded with people. I don't mean metropolitan areas but a town far, far away from home, where a gathering like that doesn't even happen, when there's goods for free. What I mean? The ordinary but very interesting world of Festivals. They happen throughout the year and leave local people in awe. Whether it is good music or bad taste, people tend to unite in music. (I have to mention there is no possible way for me to listen to hip hop, even if it unites the whole world) A weekend full of bands and you pay a little fortune to be there. No Niagara-like rainfalls or feel-like-roasted-chicken sunburns can keep you away from it. You pick the bands how you like, shower when you want (meaning never) and you meet the most interesting kind of people. Whether they are drunk, sober or simply crazy doesn't matter. It's the music that electrifies you, makes you dance like never before (even if it looks like you can't find the rhythm no matter how sober you are). Festivals are the fun part of the year, where all that matters is listening to bands, watching them have fun on stage and be yourself, no matter how crazy that is. It's not you that really counts... it's the music within you and the one penetrating your tympanic membrane. Like the advertisement says: It's music to (and for) my ears..

Shop - til you drop - aholic

Everyone does it. Daily, Weekly. All the time. I mean the widely known phenomenon called shopping. Not the usual grocery shopping but the raid-your-bank-account-and-spend-it-all kind. Some people may feel this need in them to buy clothes - I don't mean the needed shoes or clothing. It's the tons of accessories, armada of shoes and whole rooms of outfits. People (especially my female friends) described it as "a feeling of different items screaming your name". You may think this sounds mental but I can assure you that many - and I mean many - women (men too, but I rarely came across male shopping queens) can't walk past any tops without hearing the distant screams: "Lauren, Laaaauuuurrrrreeeennn... BUUYY MEEE! I will fit you perfectly and make Randy across the street notice you." (I don't mean to go into stereotypes, but it has been described to me like that) I think that's the ABC of fashion: wear something beautiful and be noticed. It's a shame most people leave the comfort out of the equasion. A woman wearing murderous high heels is immediately declared sexy. Even if said woman walks like a stiff flamingo. You girls out there, I plead with you, don't forget your health. What does it help you if you have been admired for doing your work on high heels, when it is healthier to wear ballets, sneakers or other flat footwear? I don't mean to say that wearing heels occasionally is a bad thing to do, but those are not made for every day. It's funny to see how we love shoes... not just women but men, too.

I can say I fit into that pattern. I love shoes. No, I adore them. But even if I hear them call my name, I simply ignore it. Just imagine somebody you don't want to talk to is calling your name. Just pass by and think about something else. It really helps. One other thing to do: leave your credit card at home. It is always a trap to take a credit card with you when shopping. Your "virtual" money is nothing you can feel or touch. Having real money in your bag assures your bank account to be okay without leaving you empty-hearted because you couldn't buy the latest shoes or clothing.

So considering all these facts here's a list:

- leave your credit card at home

- don't spend more than you can afford

- buy beautiful but funtional clothing

- don't buy unnecessary things

- go shopping with someone that is not addicted to it

- have fun

This should be the ideal shopping guide for you out there, who does think in usual patterns.

I hope you are enjoying your (shopping-) days and read me next time.

Alex

No post yesterday (bad me... ~giggles~)
Today I got something very interesting: a poem. I used to write those in various places, like during lessons at college or in the train. Each and every of them are my little treasures and today I'd like to share one with you:


Night comes and goes
for longest time
bring hopes and fears
beware of tears
until the morning'll shine.

Shine all day
'til night will come
seeks wisdom and will give me some.

A little Update

When I started writing the little stories I normally carry around me into this blog, it was actually not so much my idea as the one of my friend Yasemin. She inspired me to go on, keep up this "good work" she called it and it gave me the idea to put it up for everyone to read.
Here again I have to excuse myself for any mistakes I make, but seriously you readers out there won't lynch me, as I am not a native speaker. (If somebody wants to though I'll happily decline ~chuckles~)
So a big thanks to you my friend and I hope I keep the "good work" up.
I wish everyone of you out there an amazing day and if you hit that subscribe button, I'll be the happiest person alive.

Email me soon,
Alex

A Coffee-to-go

Sometimes when I see these people on the streets, highly fashionable holding onto their "coffee-to-go", I wonder if that drink's name was not meant like "a coffee you buy on your way as you go" but more a sort of "coffee you buy 'to be able to walk'". A coffee to make you go. 

Now you're probably asking yourself why I would think that way.

It's very simple: Look around you at the passers-by. Don't they look like their plastic mugs of coffee keep them walking? Like it is their way to keep the balance? To me they do. I look into their faces and it is like I see their eyes searching through my gaze, as if they are scared to find a need in mine.  A need for THEIR coffee.

I certainly can assure you, coffee drinkers out there, that I do not want any of your good-smelling but bitter-tasting treasure. To put it in my own words: I drink tea.

And it depends on my mood which sort of tea I make for myself.  

There is no milk I add or a load of sugar to put into it. One more advantage to coffee: If you are careful about what sort you choose, you can enjoy the taste without nights full of staring at your walls. 

Be it coffee or tea, you get them at every corner shop or big brand cafè (I won't go into detail naming any of those fashionable shops). Surely everybody, the coffee junkies especially, know what - or better said which shop I am meaning. I do prefer to go into tea lounges, too.

But when it comes to my favourite shop, there's one answer I can give you: Home. 

Simple. Easy. Cozy. 

 

The ride of your Life

Why is it whenever you take the bus, train or any other transportation, people seem to be in a very chatty mood while you just seek a particular privacy of your own? For example the stranger in front of you, grinning like the personified unintelligence. He gets up, takes his luggage, ready to leave and puts on the most charming smile, with the most yellow teeth you've ever seen, looks into your eyes and simply says "Goodbye". Like you two have known each other for the entity of your life. It doesn't even matter that you never talked to this person before. Come to think of it, your are wondering if you need to consider it a very cocky attitude or just the politeness of a passanger. Either way you put on your most briliant fake smile, nod your head and say "Goodbye" back to him. The simple satisfaction of getting an answer, which is being displayed on his face, seems to raise his spirits higher than a diabetic person on an overdose of sugar. (And to all the diabetics out there... I do not mean any harm)Finally back to your own thoughts, you lean into the seat enjoying the tranquility that surrounds yu, just being disturbed by those 6 magic words "Can I take this seat, please?".
Now you just need music and a special patience to endure feigning ignorance to each and every sound around you.
That's how I do it. That's how it works.