It's been 2 years since I last posted. I don't know why. Small simple poem from a social media post roughly three years ago. (18th of September 2016). Bahnpoesie Ist man zu spät kommt sie zu früh Ist man

Meine Reaktion auf den Tagesschau-Kommentar von Norbert Klein – – zu den Ergebnissen der Koalitionsverhandlungen von Union und SPD. Es wird schwierig sein, noch falscher zu liegen als Norbert Klein hier.

This one was done in 2013 if I remember correctly... In grünem Samt Abends im fremden Haus dunkel und helles Grau schmerzverzerrtes Gesicht sahen die Jünglinge eine Frau. In ein grünes Seidengewand war

Day 5 because I forgot to post one yesterday. I wrote this in Nuremberg. Not sure when exactly right now. But absolutely a few years back. :D Oh, btw. if you want something in English, take a look at my

Since I had to think of Prague today I thought it would be appropriate to share this German poem this. I wrote this in 2012. Prag Verranzte Läden, alle tanzen Menschen schreien auf der Fahrt denken hier

Pretty sure I wrote this for my twentieths birthday. Not much changed since then. Can't believe it's been 4 years now... Time really does fly, eh? Inventur und Abschreibung "Mit der Abschreibung erfasst

So today yet another one of my old poems in German. I still like that one -for some reason- so I hope someone will enjoy it. Have fun! Der Banker. Und eines Tages schlief er doch ein. War seiner Abeit

Disclaimer: So yes, as you might have gathered from the title this is probably NOT the highest art-form you've ever seen but since I am going through my records as I want to build myself a website -which

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After months of trying today I finally got my steemit.com account. Now with all this new found freedom I will first back up all the things that I would usually be to embarrassed to share in this day and