Skip to main content

Beeldend bloed


wanneer de wanhoop me vindt
en fluitend, alsof er niets aan de hand is
vuilbekkend met rotte tanden mijn hart verscheurt
zal ik bloeden waar ik val
de liefde leeggelopen
als woordstromen in helder rood op grauw asfalt
de dood als kunst - straatpoëzie
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

  whispered to the stars   ✨ countless names, -yet all the same   the ones we loved the ones we lost once upon a time   remembered, but forgotten they'll remain always     always the same
Post a Comment
Read more

Quotation by Tolkien from 'The Fellowship of the Ring'

  “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Post a Comment
Read more