Monday, November 16, 2020

Hey. @1.27

stopped telling myself
that I’m lost,
that I have no backbone,
that I’m scared of the things I can’t control.
I started welcoming the unknown
slowly,
very slowly.
Even if I’m not convinced yet,
I’m holding my doors open,
eyes clear,
heart curious
and 
mind in between of them all.



Conversations after 1:27

She sat down
looked outside 
while the daytime turned into
a long gray evening.
The earth and the conversation
were moving together. 
At one point she stopped 
in her head 
and thought 

“Is this it?” 
Or 
“Could it be?” 

She didn’t know the answer. 
Maybe the other side of the conversation knew,
but they both kept it quiet. And wondering.




Sunday, November 8, 2020

1:27 eyes

Your sandy eyes are always 
reading the room
looking for the answers 
watching who’s arriving.
And in those beige brown eyes 
a visitor
could find a life on its own –
where the truth and kindness meet, 
unspoken desires live. 
The lucky quest 
would also find out 
that in some days 
your eyes turn vivid green
and then nobody 
can stop you. 

For falling. 



Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Again?

I can't wait to meet you
again
after all this time 
"Again?" you ask
Yes, because I have known you 
all along, 
that you are coming
or arriving,
however you'd like to see it. 




It is

Erase the fear
I'm always in love
Even if I don't know you 
I've always been in love 

It is what it is. 



Find your love

Find where the pain sits,
where the struggle awaits, 
where you can pin-point the missing feelings,
where body meets the soul. 

Be still for a second and look for it,
no interruptions, no outside thoughts. 
Be quiet and connect with the body, 
deepen the conversation. 

Find where the pain sits
and where are you. 
Is the pain with you, outside of you or where does it belong. 

Find where the pain sits
and then start to let it go. 

Find where the love grows. 




Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Hmmmmmm. I wonder.

I wonder
if I ever cross your mind
when you're in the middle of a conversation, 
in the darkest hour of the day, 
wishing for a vacation, 
waiting for peace, 
aiming for adventure. 

What makes you laugh and what makes you stay, 
what are you hoping for 
and do we even dream about the same things. 

I wonder
is it okay that you're in my head? 




Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Until 1:27


The kindness in me

and the kindness in you

would make world peace come true 


or at least

our world 


we have come a long way. 




Wednesday, September 23, 2020

My hands are shaking


My hands are shaking

and some things are changing,

I keep on going

and trying not to look back,

cleaning out the clutter,

cleansing myself 


As I walk by you

know I wish you well

but you are transient,

and I only stay in the present

and look for the future


My hands are shaking

it’s not that serious (I hope),

I’m just 

letting life take the lead. 





Monday, September 21, 2020

Fine things to do


Tell me fine things

you would do

if you could 


I would rest on your shoulder 

and you would run your fingers through my hair

I would listen to your thoughts

and you would give me enough air 


You would, if you could,

speak my language every day –

but we have stuff to do

so fine things will have to wait, anyways. 


Modern day

You can't offer me the peace 

and I can't offer you the recklessness you need. 


We just hug when we pass by

and curse the modern day 

for keeping us apart. 


We can’t offer us each other 

let’s be real


and we actually don’t want to...

let’s be real. 





Sunday, August 16, 2020

Near at 1:27am

You thought about running into me

and I thought about

running into you


but we almost never seem to be

in the same place

at the same time 


Maybe if we think harder

it will happen


very soon 




Saturday evening before 1:27am

It’s Saturday evening
– in warm August –
and I’m looking at the sky
and I know it’s cheesy 
but I was thinking
if you were thinking
about me

like I thought about you
today 

It’s Saturday evening
and I’m watching the clouds 
and you are
200km away

but maybe you are
watching them too 



Tuesday, August 11, 2020

He's the 1:27 of summer

He brought me back. 

To myself. And to them.

Some people just

let you laugh and think out loud,

accept you for being the way you are. 


Thanks to them

the darkness has faded, slowly and steadily.


Thank to him

I am back.

Even if he doesn’t know it. 



Strawberry

He is sweet like my-own-garden-fresh strawberry.
I expect nothing less.

His smile tastes like summer,
all year around
in every continent. 


Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Romance at 1:27

I keep romanticising
my life
away


I just keep going

I just keep going – 
changing everything that holds me back
that blocks my mind
stops my heart.
I just keep changing
until I feel new
and fresh
and free. 


Friday, June 26, 2020

127 humans

You don't need to understand
why I still accept the ones
who hurt me. 
You don't need to respect that,
see that,
hear about it

why I still decide to care for humans. 


He waltzed at 1:27am in the middle of the street

He waltzed towards me
and I couldn't help but laugh
because I have never seen
such a happy face
on such a happy human.

"I guess I swiped you off your feet?"
he asked –
I stumbled,
he caught me. 

I guess that's how it went.  



Sunday, June 21, 2020

Southern wind is showing a way back home

Southern wind is softening up the warm summer air. I'm sitting and waiting and trying to listen to what I'm feeling. But I gotta admit – I don't understand it at all. Maybe I'm not listening enough; or not talking; maybe I'm not feeling anything but the "wish to feel something" is too big to understand it. I owe it to myself to at least try to describe it.
In this evening I feel like the truth has set me free and at the same time it's kind of lonely up here, watching it all unraveling. I sure believe there are some latent feelings that I can't comprehend yet about the people around me and about the ones that I've distanced myself with. I don't want to question their intentions but somehow, I begin to doubt their aims. 

Every dawn is teaching me to trust the wait
and to be with myself first. I can't go around asking for answers. Sometimes the quietness answers them itself. 

Southern wind is softening me up towards myself. A small setback is a small setback. 
I am always finding a way back home. 



Saturday, May 30, 2020

Reserved at 1:27

I'm holding the space 
reserved 
and hoping 
you are coming over soon. 

Watering my mind and garden 
so it's ready to shine.
Yes, sometimes also watering my eyes
but you know it's for the best of it,
learning patience every day and night. 

Reserved. 
Almost open,
but never closed. 


Wednesday, May 13, 2020

I'm safe / every 1:27

I am safe
doing my own things
making my passions work.
I have the confidence in me
to make a change
I want to see
to put myself out there
to help
to create and be.

I am safe
with you by my side
always next to me
never in front or behind.
We are a team
I hold you and 
you’re picking me up,
I’m always protected,
always in luck. 

There’s a peace in us 
and between our hearts –
nothing,
nothing will ever
make that peace
fall apart.

It’s a safe place to bloom
to make magic happen,
never too late
never too soon –
timing is always perfect
because it’s us,
we are safe everywhere
on earth 'til to the Moon. 




You and me and her at 1:27 am / pm / every time / day

We would build a home
in and outside of us,
never second-guessing 
always admiring, no rush

Our laughter will be the light
we need
and we would take care of each others company 

You are telling me you are coming
and you know how impatient I could be
but please
run a bit faster,
there’s a whole world to see 

You will give me my space
and I will hold you as much as I can
because we are in sync
even if our love language is different,
our plane always lands 

We choose each other 
in the mist of it all
and as the years go by we still look at each other
and fall

I feel protected 
and you feel loved 
vice versa, of course,
never alone
never far 

It’s the most beautiful thing
to love unconditionally,
to accept and respect 
and always flow –
never rally 

Life will take us 
on an amazing adventure:
we will see the world
we would hold the space 
each other and the ones in need –
we will love and laugh
we will make passions work
and blossom 
succeed 

“Where have you been all along?”
we would think and say when we greet

and darling, oh darling 
very soon
we will meet 

And one day in the future 

she 
would come and
also have 

dancing feet 



Monday, May 4, 2020

127 hours older

The night sky is pink-ish
and my heart
is overflowing 

Every day and every night 
is a new present;
I born again

And I no longer
wish to live in the past

Overflowing pink sky
is taking me with 



Running 1:27am

He said
"A wolf would never become a pet" 
and I asked
"Then why do you still linger around
and want me to walk next to you?" 

He got mad
and didn't realize
I don't mind running together. 



Sunday, April 26, 2020

Growing 127km/sec

I am tired of changing myself.

I love to grow
but I can't change myself
to fit,
to be small
so they can be comfortable,
to not think,
to not feel,
to not be compassionate
and caring.

I'm not too much
they are just
too little.

I keep growing
no matter what happens.


A bit after 1:27 am

I might even want to see more sunrises
than sunsets.

Period.

It is a different kind of "being awake while the whole world is asleep" stage.
It is a stage for me to breathe.



1:27 pm in my pajamas

I sometimes forget to 
water my own flowers 
and plants –
also I forget about who I am
and how much love I need

but
I have a responsibility to
water and feed them. 
And I have a responsibility to 
water
and feed
myself too. 

With food
and with love. 






Friday, April 17, 2020

It's 1:27am, yet again

Yet again
it's time to trust.
Whatever is meant to come to you
will flow there, will make room and take time.

Don't force and move against it;
stop running away
and start arriving.

Fuel yourself with yourself
and all things
wonderful
to you.



A list on things / places where to travel

The list 

In my movement 
To Costa Rica 
In water 
Travel with someone who can be quiet and still whole
Out of stubbornness 
To the future 
On his body 
In peace 

Towards sunsets and sunrises 



Wednesday, April 1, 2020

127 heartbeats for spring

I smell like spring.
It's a different kind of season
the fresh wind strokes my cheeks
and messes up my hair.
Flowers take time to bloom
and I give them time

Because I took time to blossom as well.

The smell of the spring
brings new kind of peace.
Whatever is about to grow out of it
is good,
oh so damn good
in any way.



Trust the new moon

Babygirl
You just need a new moon
and one good, whole conversation
plus yourself
to understand that
there's some good in this world
in you

All the moon dust will fall into place
it will make your eyelids heavy but wake up your soul
You will see so many beautiful things
so many good people
you will see and feel them

Trust the wait
Trust, that universe has your back



You are the ocean

The ocean is big and bold
doing its own thing
but damn right
it could drown all your wishes
and drown your deepest fears

Choose what you want to drown

You are the ocean


Friday, March 27, 2020

127 ways to support you

Stop being so desperate 
to be in love 

I will hold you
when you get lonely 
I will listen
and talk 
and be 
when you feel like you alone is not enough

It will come
in the most mysterious way

let the thought go


just live 

127 days to let go

This quarantine 
is brining out some
deep rooted 
repressed feelings
or questions
or emotions 

and it’s perfect. 
It really is. 

Because I feel like I’m finally
truly releasing some 
old habits
and doubts 
and pain. 


And it’s perfect. 

1:27pm is for my coffee and me

Please darling
do yourself a favor 
and enjoy the view –
oh, the things you can see
and admire

Stop looking for ways 
how you could fall down

how you could break 

Spring 1.27

I am releasing 
some beautiful thoughts 
and beautiful pain
from my head
and from my body
and from my soul 

Spring cleaning is here 
and I’m fully 

taking part of it 

Thursday, March 26, 2020

127m of distancing

No, 
listening to bossa nova 
sunbathing on my old bed 
social distancing 
and thinking of you
doesn't make sense. 

But it's happening
and 
I need to get used to this. 

Plus
I'm totally fine like this. 



Saturday, March 21, 2020

Why I need time

The things is
I am afraid of losing.
Not losing you
but losing me.

That's why I need time.

To make sure
I'm strong enough
to share myself.

Sustainability in my hands

You will find sustainability in me
and what that means is
I will never
leave you alone with this
in life
in the mornings
in the golden hours
in art
in messages
in cold.

My hands will sustainably hold yours.

We love in different ways

We have accepted the fact
that everybody grows
in different paces.

It's time to accept the fact
that we show love
in different ways.

I make a fool out of myself.
You remember everything.
I am soft but stubborn.
You give your all to the things you like.
I fight loudly.
You fight slowly.




#writewithrupi snippets

A list of things in my mind in the middle of the night

I still don't know how to draw
Her movement
I sleep too little
Quarantine
Would like to have a long walk again
Telenovelas
Time with him
Who should I video-call next?
My lips hurt
Touching you

#writewithrupi snippets

Dear _______
I have been dying to tell you
I can't wait to hold you.
I can't. I can't. I can't.

Your eyes comfort me.
But I can't look for long.
Because I know that the sandstorm in them
will take over me.
You will take over me.

And my eyes…
my eyes can't hold secrets.
So I can't look. And you can't watch.

Your touch shouldn't feel like this.
Like the air in the room
gets thicket.
Like cotton fields whisking with the wind.
I rise with the touch.
I blossom.

I'm falling. I might be falling? Shit.
I want in. And out. In or out?
I need to get out?

But I never send this.

Saturday, March 14, 2020

We will soon meet (again)

This morning was the first morning
in a long time
when I woke up
with the sun.

The whole world was asleep
well
if not the whole world then at least
my street.

I woke up thinking why things had to turn out the way
they did.
I muted my stubbornness and tried to accept that
everything is not in my control.



Change of plans at 1:27pm

The moment everything crashes
is the moment I realise
it must happen now –
so something greater would come out of it.

The moment everything crashes
I can't find myself to be
the bigger person
who would understand
who would be calm
who would be quiet.

The moment I realised
that a lot of plans
and dreams
and wishes
are on a pause…

was the moment I took a deep breath in
and
kept on living.

They will come again
soon.



1.27 days in quarantine

I would love to wake up
next to you
for once

to see you first thing
in the morning
for once

whenever
wherever
for once

breathe in the winter morning
that wishes to become spring
together
for once

experience what it feels.

But I also would love to
keep this between me and
me.





Saturday, March 7, 2020

I only have 127h more

I fell for the idea of you
and once I said it out loud
I understood that some ideas
need patience and time

which I guess I don't have.


Wearing the laughter at 1:27pm

I have been wearing
the laughter you created
with me for few days

for once and for a surprise
I don't want it to end

I want to feel the laugher burn
my stomach
my face
my heart



Monday, February 3, 2020

1:27 poem is moving

Nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
is more important
than
the peace in me.

I created it myself.
No human, no art piece nor situation is accountable for that.

First time
it's just me.




Wednesday, January 29, 2020

127 times

You let me in
and then push me away

I let you close
and then push you away

and if the pattern turns our unreliable
then we will always be
pushing
away

first you, then me

never letting us release
into each other arms.



127 points to the sunrise

There was this tension
that you can feel
and might even see
between the sunrise and the sea
between my thoughts and the things I said out loud

but nobody wanted to spill the secrets

and all I could think was
I can't be the only one
experiencing this.



Saturday, January 4, 2020

Bye 2019

Year of losses.

and

Year of learning
to
choose my battles.

Year of grief.

and

Year of finally
completely
almost
completely
healing.

Year of me.


127% adoring you

I'm guarding your back

and standing next to you
when you need support

protecting your steps
ahead.

Don't ask why.
It just seems the right thing
to do.