Daan - Hello Poetry

Daan Jun 2013

Some day

Out there, you are somewhere
and some day I will meet you.
When that moment will be there
the garden that is my life will
grow full of pretty flowers and
the glass that is my life will
start being filled with liquids
of emotions.

For now I'm just an empty room where
once there stood a chair and once there
was a cat. I've tried filling up that room
so many times, carelessly. Emptying it
afterwards with former regrets that are
still fading away. I've learned a lot, regretting.

I am sure to meet you, maybe soon.
But I regret to inform you that untill
then I must try to fill up that room, for maybe
I will meet you without knowing.

I am an empty bed,
come lie with me
and fulfill my destiny.

Daan Jun 2013

stuff

If spaghetti taught me anything,
it's that the sharpness of a spear is
directly proportional with it's
fragileness.

After learning,
you cook it
and
you eat it.

Daan Jun 2013

maybe

What if I had never looked at you
in that particular way, would
you not have stared back, hoping
that my eyes would stay, maybe

What if I had never told you with
what my head was filled, would
you have been disinterested or just
slightly less thrilled, maybe

What if I had never mentioned that
I liked that band you like so much,
would you then not have lit my heart
up with your gentle touch, maybe

What if, what if, what if, maybe
sometimes it's not up to us to decide.

Daan Jun 2013

Timing

It is not right
wait longer.

Daan Jun 2013

I've tried

A small mouse is known for scaring
the elephant she has not even met.
Capturing a mouse seems so easy,
it seems easier than capturing an elephant

That's where you're wrong. The mass
wants to play guitar, or something bass.
Playing a blues harp is not hard enough.
It's not impressive, but oh so rich of flow

I've tried it, playing, capturing, caring
without dissapointing. Times are tough
when you cannot pay someone elses debt
Writing about that mouse can be cheesy.

Besides all that, that all is irrelevant.
If I never capture her, I want her to know
...

I've tried to give you many names but until this moment you still haven't accepted any of them
I'm trying to form a picture but you keep me from finishing it.
When will I finally have a name that fills my heart with joy by only saying it or thinking it.
I can't keep waiting for it silently
I have to hunt and capture a name and make it rightfully mine.

Revisited, I don't need hunting.

Daan Jun 2013

Subconscious anxieties

Fish have swam away from me yesterday.
Dogs have chased me, running, even sad
ones. Butterflies, born a butterfly, never
were caterpillars. What's that dog's name again?

Cacti look so beautiful but sting so very bad,
That butterfly is gone now, the dogs too and
the fish never stayed long. Are they scared
by my movement? Or am I not good enough?

What's that **** dogs name?
I knew it
once...
I never saw that butterfly again.

You don't have to think it's good, it's a bit weird.

Daan May 2013

The ball in my court

When the late snow in may has yet to melt.
Underneath earth's skin, flowers, ready to grow
try to push their way to the top. We all know
and we will never forget what that really felt

like, trying to grow, being pressed down.
Quite some chances I'll be doing that soon.
With only one thing blocking my road,
easily dealt with, hard to confront, me.

Maybe it's all coincidence, no way she,
regardless the signs I'm sure I saw, brown
eyes staring deep into my galaxy, slowed
movement, travelling further than just the moon.

The ball is in my court, I have to react except
if now she accepts what I keep refusing to accept.