Biography of Airohng Liebe
Airohng Liebe is my [Kaela Fritts] pseudonym. Airohng is pronounced 'Aaron.' Liebe is German for 'Love.' This name is a creation of my own, pieced together with borrowed bits and pieces. I fell in love with it as soon as I stumbled upon it when I was randomly scribbling, trying to come up with something suitable to write. I was truly born in Kansas, USA, but I decided that I needed somewhere 'closer to home' for my pseudonym, so Dresden, Germany it is. I hope you enjoy my works.
Airohng Liebe Poems
To the love of my life: I wish you nothing but joy throughout your life. May you be spared of any strife. May you always view the glass half full,
Light the candles, Shut the doors. Don't you ever fear No more.
Mein Freund, I have been desperately searching For the words To tell you
Road Less Traveled
I take the road less traveled; Less trodden, so to say- This road that is less traveled by Is something of great decay.
And I wait, just as long as it takes, For these memories to be erased. Please, can anybody help me? Can someone undo the pain?
The eyes of night Pierce my soul. Can you tell That I'm not whole?
Dreams Without You Are Nightmares
Making my dreams take flight Was always a dream of mine. I never denied myself the opportunity To write, to act, to sing.
Der Abschied Fällt Mir Nicht Sehr Schwer
You said you'd always be there- Der Abschied fällt mir nicht sehr schwer -So why am I sitting here crying alone?
My Ambiguous Heart
Ghost of my past Revisited, refurbished. In the blink of an eye Everything changes.
I did not write this poem, but one of my friends did, and they wrote it for and about me. I felt obligated to share it. Everything about you is bold. Your look, your attitude, your habits,
I'm sorry I'm paranoid, I'm sorry I'm a bore. I don't think that my ship Ever sailed ashore.
I tend to stumble, I tend to fall- Nothing every works my way. I tend to hide, I tend to run away, For the thought of your love scares me.
I see a million stars when you look into my eyes. I hear a million symphonies when you whisper in my ear. Every 'I love you' is sweeter and sweeter.
Does absence truly make the heart grow fonder?
It seems the longer I'm without you, the more I forget.
The last memory I have is a faded picture,
But I can't see you there anymore.
Is something wrong with me?
Something maybe I can't see?
You've released me from your spell;
You no longer exist in my memory.