This Cafe – Poem

I sit alone

Like a flower in a bouquet, squeezed

Together with other fruit laptops,

Fresh haircuts and heart-shaped coffees, pleased


As the conversations are as casual as

A bee’s hum buzzing into my ears, even better

It is an improved silence, adjusted

To fit my mood, as it fits the weather


Comfort overwhelms me, as I listen

This community, this cafe, everyone

Alone, yet together



Young soul – abandoned

Childhood, never pardoned 

Like a forgotten suitcase, left

Of parental love, bereft

Personally packed, carefully held

Thrown – onto the baggage belt

Traveled tens of thousands…


Time left to claim


The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core

But the unopened lock – a token

Of unrequited love, truly


Clothes never to be worn

For this suitcase, no one to mourn

Filled, like an overflowing bucket

Emptied, by those who struck it

Destined for the belt – a painful frown

The zipper breaks, condensation pours down

An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around

The sinkhole appears – no more ground

Nothing Is What It Seems

I always love that moment
That sweet moment when I
Realize that the traffic light
Has changed its color for my

Tardiness in life
Seems to come ever so swift
It almost seems
That the green light’s a gift

But that does not mean
That the red light is good
Oh don’t even think
That it has a mood

Because after all
A traffic light is not alive
This is absolutely not
A metaphore for my wife

We Are All a Bit Like That – Aren’t We?

A simple question with such a difficult answer. Are we all unique? Yes, definitely. But aren’t we all a little bit the same? I’d like to think so. We strive and strive to be found special, to be that one person nobody else is. We go to such great lengths to prove this.

For example, we cannot just take a picture anymore, because it needs to be the best picture. We need to show others that our life is worth taking a picture of. Our life should be that type of special.

I believe that it is very important to realize that there is nothing wrong with living a regular day-to-day life. We are led to believe our life is only special if we do the most amazing things that no one else does. In my opinion, this makes no sense. If we keep trying to outdo ourselves or others, where does it end? When will we be satisfied with the life that we are living?

Can we ever be satisfied then?

If we take a look at our lives again and re-evaluate how it is going, don’t you think that many parts are actually going quite well? And in fact, they are special? Because I would certainly think so. Maybe we should not worry so much about what we are not doing, but focus on what is present in our lives right now. Maybe we did not climb that mountain yet, with the best possible picture taken, but there are many other moments worth remembering.

But I also understand that everyone has their doubts about this. Because, don’t we all worry that we are not good enough, that we do not do the things we should be doing and that we will not accomplish the things we should be accomplishing? I think we all share these doubts and perhaps we should change our perspective on the matter.

Let’s not try to be someone we are expected to be. We do not need to be that someone we are expected to be. Expectations are there to be adjusted, because we all have our own ways of getting where we want to go – even if not everyone agrees with you.

Your life is your own, with all its opportunities.

It is okay to be yourself, even though it can seem difficult.
To doubt and to reflect is part of it all.

But I think we are all a bit like that.

Aren’t we?


Read my poem about this topic here ‘You Are Good Enough‘.