Sluitdewereld - ClosetheworldDaar lag ik danOnder de koepel van je blauwe haarEn even bestond er niets meer buiten de afstand tussen onze gezichten~So there I layUnder the dome of your blue hairAnd for a moment, nothing more existed aside the distance between our faces
Dragonsearthloveshadowdarknesswindmoonwatersunicestarshadow starthunder cloudfirefifteen dragons in flight, gliding through the atmosphere.each with their own abilities,each with their own color, and size,each with their own nature,and each,with their own destiny...
PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
Mother Nature.Mother Nature.She is the world’s most notorious serial killer.No other can be more creative or spontaneous.Obscuring her weaknesses as her strengths,Eradicating masses reducing flesh to ashes.She turns all novels of life into a vengeful thriller.The effects of her actions are simultaneous.Her native reach is beyond any man’s length.The fact is while we worry about taxes,She could strike again at any given time.After generations of countless preparations.We still cannot calculate her complex design.As she alters her variation to suit any situation.Some pledge their allegiance to her,Others doubt whether she exists.Regardless of the feelings you have towards her.It is still her terrain to retain, tangle and twist.With minimal effort she controls the deserts, the concrete and the seas.She is capable of making grand buildings tumble to their knees.With ease she can encourage the streets to flourish with disease.And afterwards create ever green trees with hom
Winter WonderlandSnow blankets the fields that once were greenThis Winter Wonderland which can be seenCreating starkness in a shade of whiteWe gaze in awe upon this sightSnowflakes drifting slowly to the ground Floating softly without a sound Placing shapes upon this earth Filling hearts with Winter's mirthAll wrapped in garb to keep us cosyOf joyous laughter and cheeks so rosyWe make snow-angels in the snowSuch sheer delight with eyes aglowSnowballs flying through the airAs children play without a careShrieks of glee flow on the breezeAnother memory our hearts will seizeAnd when the day is finally doneWe say far
just pretend i am a mantell me five thingsthat give you crows feetat the x-extends of your facialT;that would beglitches.inadvertent connections.when I feel a poem coming on.cleverness.you.me? it can’t bemy chemistry innuendosand travel-worthy shows of poeticjustice. in transit, we areshifting and stretchingour insecure bindingto hybridized vengeance(twenty of them)can’t youread with me the storiesof those at disturbancewith god? I’d have youstuck in a parking lot,enjoying an addiction, fearfulof being broadcastin theory, of course.my curls will not tireof your hinted accent. mycomplaints will not lessenin your infinite kindness;you are no more a stranger to methan my own skin. your youth is carvedin each thunderstorm i wish i had seen;all i require is wooden floorboardsand the slightest glimpseof faith.the sweetness you taste last of nightsand early morningsis a permanent bookmarkand timeis a wishful glitch.youare my steroid-strengthambrosia; a fi
autumn feels like africa autumn feels like Africa majestic, proud the changing of time yet staying still with tradition it brings feelings of closeness preparing for the best it showers the sky with its midas' touch and flounces the lilac in its eyes and all the while flirting with the wind warm enough but just enough for you to wear your favorite sweater and still see her golden hair go strawberry with th
Jouw verre landWaar ik slaap, deinen auto'sisomorf met de zee.Onder een betonnen deken, kusten sust het stoplicht me tot rust.Maar ergens tussen hier en nergens,aan het eind van dode paden,op jouw land en onder jouw genade,werd mijn kortsluiting geblust