Confessions

A very difficult start for me this is
How do I transform
the immaterial into material?
For better understanding from the outside.

Who are you?
A flower; among others
Like them in everything
But not the same

Confused you say
but why so hard to choose
With reason and feeling?
Unknown pain to you, do cause.

A little and insignificant flower at first
Into a violet you did transform
And then a jewel into my eyes
Divided in two by two butterflies

Leaning left and leaning right
Periodical movements, they
Control my heart – up down, up down
Left right, left right

Becoming sick
With sorrow and pain.
On the inside soft
I am, with a hard shell.

I am but a butterfly to you
Weak and frail
Like the flower reading
Upset, angry, sad, caring you are?

A reaction to counter my action
In good or bad, the author
Is blind,
But time will make him see

To hell or to heaven
The butterfly shall fly,
Towards the future
I shall move on, to live.
The past, dust will become
And forget from the mind,
The heart, in the end
Just you, my flower shall remain.
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# Gepost op zondag 13 december 2009, 08u27

Gewijzigd op zondag 13 december 2009, 08u50

Silence

Silence
Nothing can be heard in
The morning cold.
One step, two step three...
Singing in the tree -
Little birds I do see.
Their melodic sighs
Around my heart they clasp shut
Healing the cuts and wounds
A desert of ice with frozen white.
Arrows piercing deep inside -
Beautiful, but deadly,
The queen of snow is, with a given
Kiss, she freezes your blood.
The love stopped dead into your veins.
That's when the birds started -
To sing they did and made my blood
Free - like they in spring.
Now here I sit, comfortable and warm
Thinking in silence of those little birds
That helped me that day
Where all else failed.
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# Gepost op zaterdag 12 december 2009, 09u27

Who am I? Now?

18 me myself civilized sports girls purple scarf Nike 6.0 Pepsi gentleman bracelets poetry poems imagery nice clothes nice smell university stress school math arguments frustration pressure wait decisions feelings in love values respectful honest charming lazy dutiful big brother son food alcohol cigarettes need money Christmas hardships sadness tattoo second heart release head ache anger annoyed fed up wants something done time too slow her tired scared afraid tears desire future independence friends loyal music peace relaxation running kilometers shoes foot pain sweat rain la Seine water jokes laughter headache warm hugs vacation stiff shoulder judo no shirt morning moon dark skies blue skies clouds dark glasses contacts anxiety butterflies high blood pressure sweet taste chewing gum computer science green blue purple black red yellow light science shitty food pain physical chest not important you maybe care high disappointment death why not fast enough bullshit 10 years no tears 1 week tears love kills.
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# Gepost op vrijdag 11 december 2009, 18u13

Haiku

Lost forever, you -
On my chest a star there is
Lough out loud with me.
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# Gepost op dinsdag 08 december 2009, 10u59

Sadness

Sadness

Wake up in the morning and take a deep breath
"Shit! I have to go to school" -
Shake your friend's hand -
"Thank god he's here!" -
Go into math class without a smile
Come out like you are about to die - hungry
At lunch, with the other friends
"There's way too many!" -
You go outside and see this girl, walk
Away and don't look back - for now.
Go home and sleep -
With tears...
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# Gepost op dinsdag 08 december 2009, 10u50

Happiness

Happiness



Wake up in the morning and sigh with a grin
"Let's go to school!" -
Shake your friend's hand and
Tell yourself: "Thank god I know him"
Go into math class with a smile
Come out laughing - hungry
At lunch, with the other friends
"Thank god I know them" -
You go outside and see this girl, smile
"Some other time..."
Go home and sleep -
With a smile
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# Gepost op dinsdag 08 december 2009, 10u44

Gewijzigd op dinsdag 08 december 2009, 11u40

Tattoo

You...
Upon my shoulders - pressing -
On my chest, next to my heart
Another - emotional and vibrant -
Releasing all the strain by
Embedding in my skin, my soul -
My conscience.
You are a star on my chest,
Damned, for as along as I live -
In my skin forever.
Another decision to regret
More then other I have met,
Only yet to see your face
Nothing more than just a jewel
Diamonds, emeralds and pearls - to my eyes.

The first beginning of each line
To you, it shows the essence.
Tattoo
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# Gepost op maandag 07 december 2009, 11u47

Gewijzigd op dinsdag 08 december 2009, 10u55

Trees By Joyce Kilmer

Trees By Joyce Kilmer
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest,
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair,

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives in rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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# Gepost op woensdag 18 november 2009, 14u53

Gewijzigd op zondag 06 december 2009, 14u21

In the Train

In the Train
One luggage, two luggage, three luggage up in the train they sit down
With nothing but chocolate, music and books to eat up time.

One hour, two hour, three hour, six
Thinking of what will happen next
Will there be this or that or this again.
All I could see was three cute girlfriends.
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# Gepost op vrijdag 17 april 2009, 07u37

Hearts are comming closer

Hearts are comming closer
There is one day a year where hearts float all around,
A closer look and you will see yourself surrounded
Passing through one person, through the next
Spreading the love to everyone around.

Those who's hearts have grown for others
More hearts they did attract,
If you looked close enough,
One might manage to see who had feelings for who.

There was a boy, there always is a boy
Who let his heart grow freely,
There was a girl, there always is a girl
Who hid her heart from everything,

Curious, the boy tried to understand
why she didn't pursue the mirrored feelings.

The boy's heart was roaming freely
The girl's heart was closed inside.
The boy's heart asked if the girl's heart would come out and play
The girl said no, and the boy was left out in the cold.
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# Gepost op woensdag 11 februari 2009, 16u29

Gewijzigd op vrijdag 04 december 2009, 17u48