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Decembre May 25
fresh salt falls in grey
rain is today’s lullaby
in night’s restless call
---
a lonely drop stands
dew on a cool freezing morn’
sun melts it away
Decembre May 14
Even in darkness there is still the moon.
Even when something is gone there's still our memory.
Unless we forget.
Decembre Apr 27
Sometimes I cope
By imagining you
To be perfect
And that if you were there
All would be fine

I’m not sure why
But I make myself
Believe
You#6
Decembre Apr 24
I think that sometimes
I nod my head too quickly
It’s not that I disagree,
But I answer
Before I’ve attempted to make up my mind.
Decembre Apr 22
Stickers on the wall
They are my memories
Of nearly forgotten times
That made me happy.

(a childhood spend
with a good friend
together we made this memorial
but that was years ago)

I’ll never take them off
‘Cause they would take the wall with them.
Decembre Apr 20
Luister daar aan de deur
Gefluister, gemompel, geritsel
Wat is dat?
Sssst, wees still.

Verroer geen vin, wacht
Smachtend, naar geluid
Op de mat
Zonder dat je wat zeggen wil.

Je hoort, bent
Een soort van
Blind.

Gespannen, tot
Je plots dan
Vindt

Wat je zocht, zo stil voor was
Dat een tocht, te horen was.

Luistervink.
This is something I wrote a whiiiile back. It's in dutch. Luistervink translates as Eavesdropper.
Decembre Apr 19
Sometimes
I need words
To understand
What I feel

(And sometimes
I want to be told
Only to remember
I know what I feel after all
Or at least I know
That it’s not that)
Process of elimination is a good place to start when lost, I think
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