Leere schwarze Sitzreihe in einem Stadion oder Theater mit Platznummer 17.

Coming of Age, in Two Acts

“Coming of age rarely happens in a straight line.

It comes in movements - in two acts that echo each other: the act of becoming, and the act of breaking.
The first shapes us. The second transforms us.

A small poetry archive about girlhood, heartbreak, fear, blame, softness and becoming -
written long before I had the language for it.
The years where everything felt too loud and too quiet at the same time.”

Four green eyes

Once there was a little boy

And I saw it in his eyes

And he saw it in mine

it was so fine

the line to define

the sign of aligned

crimes

Wish I knew back then

Wish you knew back then

Wish I could've told you then

"I am sorry"

Wish I could have,

should have explained

Wish I didn't

see your pain.

Please comprehend

everything I knew back then

was being scared of them

and her

Just as you must've been of yours

And I know they don't compare

but still know:

I care

Maybe it was all in my head

Probably you never really knew me

Why did you think it meant something

to me

Did you know me

Do you agree

Did you see

something in my eyes,

hidden behind a smile

Did you feel it

please, reveal it

Hope all that spilled wine

will not confine, will not define

your capacity of love, and happiness

I will always wish you the best.

do you love me?
Nahaufnahme von zwei Händen, die sich berühren, vor einem Weizenfeld im Hintergrund.

Daring daughters

Hello Princess Charming,

I don't like the way you dress darling

But have you heard about Inez sweetie?

She's such a beauty!

Why don't you fix your hair my dear?

Wouldn't want people to stare, oh dear!

I know You don't care, honey

But I do, I care, I know

it's funny!

I Care that you never go out these days.

Why wouldn't you want to go out these days?

Maybe it's your attitude my love.

Mind looking more cheerful, oh lord?!

Darling, people don't like spoiled.

So stop acting so silly,

I'm disappointed.

I merely want what's best for you.

These days there're only just a few

but there'll always be

us two

Just stop wearing only black

and blue.

Pointed fingers won't linger

Why are you laughing at me?

Do you really can't see

The sensitive soul inside of me?

You seemingly deal

with your own insecurities

But careful, you soon will see

mean, means meaningless

and that'll seal

your heart

and it'll mould maliciously making

your soul

sick

soon to be seen.

Loved you the most
(a friendship broke)

I missed you for years

then fear did appear

telling me to wonder

why a little girl so fonder

could leave me behind

with no response to find

Let me tell you,

friends can break your heart too

Is it a friend if they leave you?

There is no regret, nor hard feelings

I just wish I could've been faster at healing

There was a time when pain paralysed me

but it also stopped my actions

preventing me to become someone

I wasn't

Your pain taught me compassion, patience and persistence

taught me to be more careful, thoughtful

to not let more pain through

helped me to shield myself

and later caused me to feel more

for everyone else

Now I'm listening to cries

and searching for sad eyes

instead of white lies

and preferring room corners

over fake supporters

Now I rarely miss you

and when I do

I look at you

Who are you?

I rarely see anything

that I loved about you

Wish it wasn't true

I can't find the girl I knew.

i miss you.

Wrong direction

I see your eyes everywhere I go

in everything beautiful that I know,

now I hate everything though

'Try not to let it show

Please, someone stop this flow

It started years ago

I try to flea

now I'm sipping my tea

But two brown eyes are still hunting me

Just set me free

let me be

Dear head, why disagree?

Hear my heart's plea!

Outer body experience

fucks with your confidence

one who hasn't experienced

won’t comprehend

to them it's mysterious

how luxurious

Yet, I won't be furious.

Nahaufnahme von zwei Händen, die sich berühren, vor einem weißen Hintergrund.

'Tis the season

Christmas trees are starting to grow

dropping their needles so low

But we picked them up

summed them up

Put them up

On our shelves

So we could taste that

Christmas feeling

Which might as well be deceiving.

Heartbreak.

💔

Heartbreak. 💔

Am Ende lernen junge Erwachsene doch dazu (aber erst langsam)

C for confession

I dreamed of you -

blue, pale, white

snowstorm

Dancing in circles

knew you existed, still

you took me by storm,

consuming me

leading me right inside

bright blue eyes

braveness that's what I see

gleaming right at me

peaking trough white strains

Touches of pale fingertips

leaving icy marks

I feel them lingering, prickling

long after

you've left

this truth can't be confessed

Past frozen behind foggy memories

Recognition strikes

- It was just a dream

gone with the wind

feel like I’ve sinned

hate all this shame from within.

Nahaufnahme von Ballettschuhen, die auf Spitze stehen, mit Satinbändern, die um die Knöchel gewickelt sind.
who am I?

Beheading

There is a needle in my head

Sticking and stitching - belittling

There is a tornado in my head

Spinning and swinging - conspiring

There is a ghost inside my head

Spooking and soothing - fooling

There is a stranger inside

my head, hurting me

headhunting, for free.

Take notes

I realise I don’t like the defeat

of a heart’s skipping beat

anymore

I like your eyes, they are pure and kind

hard to find

I like pureness and kindness

I don’t like anxiousness

I realise I don’t like sympathy passes

of rose-coloured glasses

anymore

I like your smile, it is warm and sweet

makes a day seem complete

I like warmth and sweetness

I don’t like derisiveness

I realise I don’t like the tendency

of dependency

anymore

I like your character, it is honest and open-minded

somebody to confide in

I like honesty and open-mindedness

– Think time tells, I finally like the self.

by Elena Franke