Natuurlijk ben ik niet bang
Angst ken ik niet
Ik heb de grootte van de hoogste boom
Heb een huid als een pantser
Ben sterker dan twintig beren
Hier komt niemand doorheen
Behalve jij
Jij
Met je lichaam als flatgebouw
Vingers gemaakt van laserstralen
En de sterkte van een-en-twintig beren
Jij gloop naar binnen
En ik krijg je er niet uit
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Ik ben bang
Ik ben bang dat als ik het niet doe, niemand het doet
Ik ben te kapitein, ik moet het doen
Als niemand het doet, blijven we stilstaan
en stilstaan is achteruitgang
en voor achteruitgang heb ik geen tijd
En zelfs als zou ik het willen delen
Ik heb mezelf zo ingebouwd dat het niet eens kan
Ik leef van hokje naar hokje
Mijn hele kleurenschema af op één dag
Terwijl er maar één kleur mijn leven beheerst en dat is
Rood
De kleur van falen en het moet beter
Maar het kan niet beter,
het kan alleen maar slechter
De druppel die ooit de emmer liet overlopen is een zee geworden
En ik verdrink
Ik verdrink in alle taken die ik nog moet doen
En dan mag ik ook nog het water opruimen
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
I feel
I feel a whole **** lot
and I don't know how to stop it
I am in love again but
this boy makes me just so
he makes me so
so
I am a hairblower on the edge of a bathtub
I am a razor blade on bare skin
I am an ocean that looks like puddle
I am the danger that is always looking
and waiting
but never striking
I have all these feelings and I don't know what to do with them
if I tell him
the danger will strike
and I will get hurt
I have fought so hard to get where I am now
and I know he can take that all away
with just one word
"No"
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Mile after mile
I'm tapping with my foot on the rythm of the trafficsigns
But also on the beat of the music coming from the radio
With my eyelids I blink the light away from me
I'm letting the silence get to me
The sound of people talking from the seats in front of me
Disappears in the sound of the rain
I'm a poet under influence
Thinking of the good old days
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
1.
When I was 13 years old, I thought I had hit rock bottom. I thought I could never see the sky as blue again, only as a shade of I-don't-want-to-be-outside.
2.
At 14 years old, I wish I had someone who could have made me feel better, who would take me to a better place. But not the better place that people call death.
3.
I stopped believing in myself when my mother told me I never even tried.
4.
I said to her that I tried so hard, maybe even a little too hard, that eventually I became nothing.
5.
Well, at least that was what I thought back then.
1.
Nowadays, I call myself a fortune teller. I will become an astronaut, or even a scientist. I will become the inventor of something amazing.
2.
I also found out that the person in the mirror is smoking hot.
3.
A pair of wings had grown on me. I do not need other people anymore to tell me that I will be just fine. Just. Fine.
4.
A couple of years later, I have all kinds of things growing inside of me. Some people call it selfconfidence and a pretty smile. I call it healing.
5.
I am healing.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
I wish alcohol was you
So if i ever opened that bottle
It was filled with love and not regret
Because i feel it in my bones with every taste
That I drink for the greater good
For the better purpose
But its just me
And my brain
And i don't know what is happening
I just hoped i was a better person
Or even a better drinker
Cause if i drank love
I could have shared it
I could have given it to the people who needed it
But I don't
It's just me and my brain
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
My house is not a home
Because my home has green eyes and two open arms
It catches me everytime I trip over the past
Or even the future
Fear is the only thing that can get to me
But I do not fear anything when I am home
Home with him
In his two open arms
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
My bed is not as comfortable as it used to be
I could toss and turn for hours but it still would not feel right
As I lay in this bed I think about the beds I could be laying in
About how much better i would fit in them
And about all the dreams I’m missing out on
But then again, this bed has been here forever
It’s been good to me and did it’s best for me
It’s been here forever
I had finally gotten used to it
But only cleaning the sheets and adding some pillows does not make this bed a good bed
I hope you don't know what I'm talking about.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
I did not fell for the boy with the stars in his eyes
Not for the arms that felt like home
Not for his scent that smelled like tomorrow
I fell for a boy who is real
And he fell for me because i was real
He had green eyes
Arms strong enough to protect me
And a scent that i bought for him for his birthday
He was not something that i created in my own mind
He was who he is now
These things made him the way i want to remember him
I don't want to remember him as a poem
I want to remember him as a person
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
I have been running away from you
Running away into the woods
Where there are trees taller than the house i grew up in
And beams of light that shine brighter than my mothers smile
As I wandered off into the sunset
And hide behind the leaves
All I kept thinking was
'He would have liked it here'
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC