by eliasaltrichter | Oct 29, 2023 | literature, poetry, writing
The field was dry as I was lying in it.I could feel the cracks of the earth upon my bare skin;just like mourns from Mother Nature herself. Like an approaching relief, I could see the clouds appearing.I could feel them on my skin;I let it in like the dried-up cracks of...
by eliasaltrichter | Aug 23, 2023 | literature, poetry, writing
I felt like a featherflying through the sunshine;turning and twirling in the windstossing myself up and down through the airwith the sun ever so slightly encompassing me. Though with no eyes; how could I have seen the clouds?I only felt the raindrop.At first, only one...
by eliasaltrichter | Mar 22, 2023 | literature, poetry, writing
With the blink of an eye you came into my life; but when I opened them again, you were already gone. I loved you for a night; for when we were dancing; for you when you sat on my balcony; for as long as this cigarette burns.I loved your hair and how you did not know...
by eliasaltrichter | Feb 27, 2023 | literature, poetry, writing
Who would I have been, if you wouldn’t taught me to speak?Stumbling with words; crying. Who would I have been, if you weren’t there to catch me?Crawling on the cold floor; falling into the abyss. Who would I have been, if you weren’t there while I found out who I...
by eliasaltrichter | Jan 26, 2023 | literature, poetry, writing
Nella gioventù si aggiungerà un punto dove si fa la relazione che adesso;dopo questo evento; sei un’altra persona – un adulto. In questo momento, la vita sembra completa; in un senso perfetto.È la fine di un lungo viaggio di essere persol’inizio di perdersi di...
by eliasaltrichter | Dec 11, 2022 | poetry, writing
I can give myself away – my body, my soul – to a stranger with the snap of a finger.But god forbid I meet someone who would give me the world.I am an empty shell of myself;unable to feel any butterflies;unable to feel your love.I am so numb to your love...
