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a falling star - bright
                                          tonight I wish for nothing            but a dream of you

a darkened soul
becoming the light of my world
torch-lit dungeons whisper my name
the safety of captivity
I see no punisher
I feel no pain

our verses become erased

refrain from turning back
frantically uncrumpling paper flowers
trying to save what has already become undone

yesterday is gone - our photos will fade

I plaster a smile upon my face
save grace for those who fall behind

I know of nothing
but the whispering in my head

you speak to me in riddles
while I try to unravel your thoughts
but come up short

you are a dreamer
an artist's perfection

I find my brushes and start to paint
but you just won't be caught

she cuts out
the little pieces of madness
she believes to be hidden beneath her skin

she sees the beauty in blood

she knows
freedom will come by letting go

let go, she whispers
my madness, let me go

Nothing is truly lost. Lost is merely hidden until found again. Things might just not be found  by the ones who lost it in the first place. It's like unintentionally sharing your treasures. Someone will unintentionally share their treasures with you. Love what is given.

het winterbeeld wit
boomtaken bedekt met sneeuw
een zwarte merel

lipstick lines on the mirror
sweet reminiscence
of a night gone by in a haze
red traces of you

"You get your butt out of bed and go apologise to her!"

"Shh, don't talk so loud, my head hurts."

"Go. Now, or not only your head will..."

seasons change, as do souls
we start as seedlings
grow, take root, and sometimes let go
we wither and we die

we meet, we greet, we say goodbye

we watch other souls pass by

but within the shadows of our hearts
bloom dandelions: sweet and pure
eternal remainders of our childhood

daydreaming in grass
clouds up high in a blue sky
rabbit - dragon - heart

ik wil je vragen
op deze dagen die zo zwaar zijn
zo koud
zonder zon
zonder haar
hoe het met je gaat
en of ik je moet dragen
tot de lente er weer is

Kade rubbed a hand over his face.  "This is not going to work. Pastel colored walls do not scream domination." Eva smiled wickedly, her fangs protruding. "They do if I'm going to be in charge. Trust me on this." Kade rolled his eyes. Eva gave him a kiss. "So, it's a deal ?" 

I must...

                  zz z




darting around like
little lambs on wobbly legs

I don't know what I'll find, if I start digging inside my own mind
gems or rubble
or simply broken glass
wilted flowers or a meadow of blooms & grass

marbles of all sorts
hidden away;
cat's eyes, clays, perlies or glimmers
would you be tempted to come in and play

the strength of a tree
does not lie in its sturdy trunk
or its strong branches
it comes from within
Gaia's gift of life

Elves of Middle Earth
angelic voices leaving
darker days will dawn

I pause
before I crash
looking at you car
thinking again
how much you

timeline flooding
waves of poetry
wash upon my shore
blissfully drowning me
in beautiful words

there's no time to talk
he says
binding her with these chains
of silence
she never anticipated

lines have been drawn with blood; intricate circles

spilling emotions onto the floor
like red wine
Bacchus would be displeased

this face as if made out of marble
white and beautiful
a Goddess?

no, here lies my mortal woe
silent like a statue
my kiss meets cold lips

upon this non-existing ceiling, projected
a rejected vision

these crystal thoughts
her clarity of mind, shattered
like glass

no glue can mend what they broke
no patches
nor bandages

she needs sleep to heal
a slow slumber, a quietude
to wake
finding the dawn of reclaimed dreams

I used to play here
in this house with its many chambers
the attic filled with mysteries

flaking wallpaper reveals drawings
blues, reds & greens
a golden sun

the dreams I dreamed
now faded

but some mysteries remain,
were you ever real

a bright flash of red
pawprints on blanket of snow
fox scurries away

last leaves are falling
bare branches sway in the wind
silver birch dancing

lost inside your story
I searched between the lines
for the words that would free me
I never anticipated
torn pages

"Holy motherfucking shit! Did you see that? What the bloody hell was that... thing?"

"You think the visible creatures are scary? Then you're in for a treat my friend."

"Excuse me? You're shitting me, right?"

"You wish. I never shit about things like this. Ever."


ignoring the thorns
I take refuge in a lie
caress the white petals of the roses around us
staining them with what bleeds from my broken heart

lovers are meant to be lovers
a passion as fierce as the crimson sky
you & I still entwined
I kiss the life from your lips

little girl lightly sleeps
dreams wearing pointes
and tiny pink tutu
not ever stirring
quadriplegic ballerina

sparrows nest here
attic filled with hay and dust
the red wheelbarrow broken
somewhat forlorn
- old barn

sunlight slowly fades
clouds try chasing their shadows
starlings kiss the sky

you may read my rings of time
peel the layers of protection
but I plead
please heed my heart
hiding naked beneath

we all wear masks
to hide the many selves we are
our true face - unknown
still clawing at us

lost in the shadows
your smile does not reach your eyes
I seek & you hide
the love
the fire
even the fury
and even though I persevere
deep down inside
I know it's too late

SHE had prompted the question
which left him at a loss
'it's now or never, love'
but whichever he'd choose
~ checkmate

He smiled at her. He normally had a beautiful smile. Right now though he was smiling rather wickedly and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He held out his hand.

"Come, my love." His voice was dark, sensual. "I promised you a new beginning. The end has to come first though."

how kind snow can be
softly covering the trees
see ~ crystalline love

as the leaves fell down
autumn winds tore us apart
we became winter

surreal - with an ethereal smile
she seemed defined by fabled memories
I wonder
was she even ever - more
than a figment of my imagination

your sweet words
weaving silky webs of deceit
none could stand guard
against such powerful poetry
bereft of meaning