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In this book, flowers embody the symbol of hope and inner strength. Because even if someone has stepped on a flower, it still finds the power to sprout again towards the sun. This collection of poems adheres to this metaphor and tells the beautiful sides of love as well as the abuse. The combination of hopefull and anxious days gives "Flowerchild" the perfect bittersweet taste.
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Seitenzahl: 25
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Art is beautifull
but it is alot of
work.
- Karl Valentin
You are a Flowerchild.
You will rebloom again,
even if someone stepped on you.
This book is dedicated to
my brother Pasquale P.K.
and to my soulmate H.T.
Preface
The one
Pure Spring
Watching You Sleep
We Are No Friends
October Dreams
Do You See Me?
Epilogue
My work „Flowerchild“ is the first in a three-part series on love starting with Eros, the love for his relationship partner, followed by Agape, the love for his family. And finally Philia, the close connection with friends.
Love is a key word that is only dealt with superficially in the good sense of „charity“.
However, I have deepened this thought for myself and processed it differently in this biographical illustrated book.
Besides on that, this is not only about the good sides of love, but also about the abuse of it.
Enjoy it with your cup of coffee or tea.
Bye for now.
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Do you love me?
Yep, thats the whole content.
The catchphrase is love.
I want to touch your hands,
wishing that you like girls.
But I know we can`t.
- (Romans 1:26-27)
Growing up as a Christ I never allowed to call my first love a girl.
Because I knew,
god would never allow me
to smell her hair and touch her skin.
I could never call her babe or kiss her lips.
Love is such a tiny word for a world
where we are all doomed for the day where we
will die and return to the dust,
until the sun will swallow
the only earth we have.
But until that day, I just want to call you mine.
- Thank you that you were my best friend.
Oh dear,
I do like you alot.
The messy you and the spoiled you.
Your hilarious laughing and childish gaffing.
No kiss.
No touch.
Just you and me.
Hot coffee on sunday mornings and Cas Haley trough music boxes.
Miserable cooked pancakes
and a handfull of love
below blankets.
I want to love you right,
even at bitter nights.
This could have been the Plan,
this could have been you and me.
But you don`t like girls.
Well, what I wanted to say is that I love you.
I just wanted to make this clear, so that there wasn`t any confusion.
Maybe he is the one in this universe
who will complete me.
The one who sets the sun,
whenever the moon gets tired.
The one who makes the flowers bloom,
whenever the clouds stopped crying.
The one who lights up the stars,
whenever darkness surrounds me.
So I will be the one who
gently lights up the moon,
so he can walk in the dark.
I will be the rain,
whenever he gets thirsty.
And I will become the beautiful darkness to make
him sleep.
Maybe I am the one in this universe