If only you could say
what the hell you want to say,
and get the hell out
and never look back.
maandag 23 september 2013
maandag 16 september 2013
living
Bouncy hair,
Blue jeans.
Playful eyes,
A bright smile.
It’s in the way she walks,
Completely alone in her own world
Ignoring us, ignoring all that’s left to
be,
Happy in her head
Summer clouds around her,
Rays of sunshine follow her wherever she
goes
Guarded from the gazes of people
Guarded from the past.
Beautiful, pink lips,
Blushed, white cheeks.
Soft, childish hands,
Piercing, intense glances.
You can see the brain working,
Looking for a solution, confusion,
Confusion in her eyes,
But then she smiles.
And her eyes sparkle, yes,
Summer pierces through winter,
And everyone does nothing but look at her,
At the amazing woman living her life.
No, she doesn’t react to the stares.
I wonder if she sees them, living alone
In her happy place in her head,
And she just continues walking, walking
ahead.
Not does she bother to look back,
To look at the people she leaves behind,
Nor does she slow her pace,
The amazing woman living her life,
She.
zaterdag 7 september 2013
what
I don't know what to do,
what to think,
how to feel.
I don't know what to say,
what to decide
how to think.
I don't know who I am,
who you are,
what we were.
How to stop these things from happening,
and not care about the world.
I hope to feel your warmth one day,
your arms tightly embracing me.
Telling me that everything will be fine,
not to worry.
But it wont.
woensdag 28 augustus 2013
Victim
Whisper,
But don't talk.
Caress,
But don't touch.
Gaze,
But close your eyes.
Resistance,
None.
My hands trace along the lines of your body
My prey
So innocent
So alone.
Your perfect skin reacts to the touch
The hair on your arms, legs
Disobeying the laws of gravity
And you shiver
Bite your lip
Whisper, moan my name
Desperately trying to touch my body
And you fail
My lips shortly on yours
In your neck
Your ears
I smile
And somehow you escape my thoughts
Overpower my little game
Me, a willing victim in the darkness
Under your greedy control.
dinsdag 30 juli 2013
take away
Take away
my brief memories
Make me
forget the unimportant things in life.
Take away
the unrealistic, to-good-to-be-true version of me,
Make me
realize what counts.
Take away
my sorrow,
Make me
feel happy and overjoyed all the time.
Take away
my excuses, misinterpretations and losses,
They’re
fake, and not worthy.
Take, take
everything until I die,
So everyone
can see my true soul.
Take off
the masks I wear in different surroundings,
To show me
who I actually am.
Take away
my clothes, underwear, make-up, my accessories,
Show the
true beauty of the heart.
Take away
my hair, my eyes, ears, nose and mouth,
All the
inessential things that blind you from seeing me.
Take away
my hearing, scent, taste, my touch, my sight,
All the
inessential things that blind me from seeing you.
Take away the interpretation of me being
tough and egocentric,
Tell me the truth: I am not.
Give me back my smile, my bright eyes
My length, hopes, my positivity
My happiness, my sadness,
My dreams, memories, creativity
Give me back me, myself,
A hug, a wave, a kiss
This is me.
maandag 8 juli 2013
memories
People change
so do thoughts.
But on the unguarded moments of the future
memories come, those of the past.
They hunt you down,
no mercy
create total chaos in the mind
like a wild storm.
And hope awakes
hope for return
of those times in the past
together.
There isn't enough distraction
to block out the memories and they come,
create a craving so deep
craving for the past.
Craving for someone, something
craving for just a call or a message
yearning for a hug, a kiss
yearning for you.
'come back to me'
is what I want to say
things will change
is what I want to shout
I want to hold you in my strongest embrace
never let you go
kiss you with the sweetest kiss
so show what I feel
tell you that we'll be fine
that everything will be right
as it should be
but it won't.
it takes two to form what's left of us
not just one
and hope and patience will always take its part
for now, tomorrow, ever.
so do thoughts.
But on the unguarded moments of the future
memories come, those of the past.
They hunt you down,
no mercy
create total chaos in the mind
like a wild storm.
And hope awakes
hope for return
of those times in the past
together.
There isn't enough distraction
to block out the memories and they come,
create a craving so deep
craving for the past.
Craving for someone, something
craving for just a call or a message
yearning for a hug, a kiss
yearning for you.
'come back to me'
is what I want to say
things will change
is what I want to shout
I want to hold you in my strongest embrace
never let you go
kiss you with the sweetest kiss
so show what I feel
tell you that we'll be fine
that everything will be right
as it should be
but it won't.
it takes two to form what's left of us
not just one
and hope and patience will always take its part
for now, tomorrow, ever.
zaterdag 29 juni 2013
Bill Withers - Ain't no sunshine
'Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away'
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away'
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