MayaStorm
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“Sometimes we just have to do things.
We have to start – run towards new shores -
sometimes alone, sometimes hand in hand.
We just have to search for a home for our hearts.
A home we can return to. at any time. always” unknown
I am a gardener by heart and by profession.
I enjoy the challenge to write in english – sometimes It’s a struggle but mostly it’s something I love, because it let’s me share my texts with friends i have had the incredible luck to meet through out the last years.
I use texts to reflect feelings and experiences because it seems to help me to understand things better…
and sometimes, after years… my texts feel like a journey through time. A journey that sometimes makes me sad and sometimes makes me smile.
I write texts – poems i leave to others.
Texts:
Memories for the future – and sometimes for friends.
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Groups
MayaStorm is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical.
Art
Writing
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Such a fragile spine / don’t break it / let it stand upright / let it shine To many people already / walk bend over / and I am guessing / they are not busy / picking up their four-leaf clove…
Lately
Is it like it used to be? / Do you still see the world I see? / We used to talk all the time / I knew your troubles / Like you would know mine Distance never mattered much / It was so easy to keep…
the king on the spice rack
I saw it coming / and didn’t want to… / But it wasn’t up to me / The game was over for you already / I didn’t play a part anymore / And just could watch, / observe, / how the King / silent…
Isn’t funny
I smile straight into your face / I am a backstabber / I reach out to help you up / Just to kick your ass / I will congratulate you for winning / And prepare your shoes to make you trip next time / I…
powerless
Sometimes grief and sorrow / About something / That might never happen…
the dance
lightly / insistently / gentle sunfingers / tickle the frozen soil teasing / coaxing / breathlessly smiling / until / hesitantly a flower breaks through the soil reaching / yearning / danc…
