Summer 2018

Summer two thousand eighteen,
unusual heat hugged this part of the world
when we met again,
all my questions came to an end:

Nothing heavy surrounded me,
no regrets
no shame
I just could see clear and I know
I have done the most beautiful thing I could:

Now I’m asking myself if
I’m ready to embark on this journey
alone, with no one to blame
or to fixate on,
all the questions that have been more of an excuse:
who am I?

Summer two thousand eighteen,
I wrote goodbye to my poems.

AB – 11.9.18


Midnight Prayer

My new book Midnight Prayer is out!!!!

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Thank you all for reading my blog all this time and for your valuable feedback. Can’t wait to know what you think of the new book. Cheers! –AB

The Way You Broke Mine

If there ever was a moment

to start being gentle,

taking care of other hearts

the way mine would want to be treated,

to start blowing kisses

at times curses would rather come forward,

to start caressing feelings

when thoughts would rather explode,

to start being brave,

killing hopes and taking responsibilities,

Let them down easy but be free of guilt still-

I’d thank you in the way

roses get plucked to declare love

I died, so I’d know not to kill again

So I’d know not to break those hearts

the way you broke mine.

AB – 3.5.18

Bei Mir Bist Du Schön

I’d be playing the piano,
you, dancing
And as I would’ve started singing,
Í’d look at you and smile

Bei mir bist du schön
Please let me explain
Bei mir bist du schön
Means that you’re grand

Your face would turn red,
your neck, covered in sweat
And I’d play and sing and
you’d dance, not knowing

Bei mir bist du schön
Again I’ll explain
It means you’re
the fairest in the land

You’d touch my shoulders,
I’d keep on playing
Until you’d understand just how much
I think you’re beautiful

AB – 14.3.18

The Sea

The sun kissed the sea
and we swam around like children
the water so warm,
us, so small
our new little friends beneath our feet
swam around watching us splashing
our fingers hugged,
our souls united

The sun kissed the sea
and we played around like children
our hearts so warm,
us, so happy
we celebrated the time I’d soon be gone,
and swam around watching the fish watching us splashing
our hands held tight,
our souls, about to split

The sun kissed the sea
and we sat alone in silence
the air so warm,
us, inexplicable
the wind slowly breezed enhancing stillness
we sat alone,
our hearts a handhold,
our hopes, destroyed

AB – 1.3.18


I thought sending you to hell
would stop me from going there too
so I did,
not knowing you’d fight back

Your resistance,
my dear,
sent a series of guilty feeling
crawling down my spine
penetrating my pores,
it swam through my veins
and reached my heart,
and every day you were away
the guilt ghost greeted me

I thought sending you to hell
was my best move,
but your resistance,
my dear,
wedded me with guilt.

AB – 8.1.18

Midnight Prayer

As the night fell
and the sky displayed different shades
of lights on flying sticks,
the countdown started
and the midnight struck,
a prayer was sent.

May you remember
that you’re the petals that extract the sweetest honey,
the bright dancing lights that decorate the northern skies,
the music,
that makes everyone sashay in harmony

and sure you’re the Yeses and the Noes
and the Maybes in between,
and you’re the bad decisions
and the regrets
and the Should’ve and the Could’ve Beens

But please remember,
you’re also the hugs,
that lift up some heaviness,
the smiles,
that brighten up the bad days

and when time goes rough,
please remember that
you’re the lioness,
that gives birth to the kings.

AB – 1.1.18 – Happy new year!!!

One More Time

One more time
Neither of us are brave enough
Explanations, long overdue, mean nothing but shame

Millions of words were sent your way
Only to float around, meaningless, powerless,
Ripped off of their true intention,
Embarrassed, for once out they can’t be taken back

Tracks of early love were barely covered
Implying hope that lies weakly on its dying bed
Maybe it’s finally time to admit
Enough, my dear, you’ve had enough

AB – 24.12.17


Forgive me Father,
for I almost sinned
I saw this lake full of temptation
and I jumped and lost myself
I gulped like I never drank before,
I let the water freshen my thirsty soul

Forgive me Father,
for I almost sinned
I saw this sky glazing with lure
and I never stopped staring since
I spread my arms wide open,
welcoming the lights that never reached me

Forgive me Father,
for I almost sinned
I saw this precious piece of decoy
and I whispered I’d make it mine
I made wine out of its charm,
and got drunk from the warmth that filled my being

Forgive me Father,
for I almost sinned
I saw an angel with damaged wings
and I stood still watching our worlds collide
Her entirety induced me,
yet I did nothing to elude

Forgive me Father,
for I almost sinned
I did all I could to do no harm
yet I died,
strangled by her beauty

AB – 20.12.17


Some people decide
to turn themselves to a museum
turning stories to history,
piling up artifacts of memory
Their tracks of touch
still warm on your skin
turn to fossils
as you watch them,
do all you can to retain them,
not wanting to admit
the more you dig
the more precious they become

Some people decide
to turn themselves to a museum
But you know what’s so great about museum?

It reminds you,
when history was so ugly,
you don’t have to do it again tomorrow

AB – 14.12.17