Daan - Hello Poetry

Daan Sep 2013

I won my ticket 5 months ago, by accident,
now I just had to take this particular train.
A little boys balloon just popped, no
one seems to care. I walk towards the

bench and sit down. The woman next to
me quickly looks away. Girls pass by,
subtle eye contact, no feelings, just plain
observation. It hurts to be neglected, the

little boy is crying too. There it comes,
there it comes. Excitement flowing through
every muscle in my body. But a man selling
balloons walks by, I can't leave now, quick, decide!

I thought about running after that train, thinking
about how my life could have been,
I bought two balloons that day
and a ticket for another train.

Daan Sep 2013

the body

A man, walking up to another man,
while the wind blows snow to places
it would normally never reach. I dare
you to find someone who can

laugh right now. ' He slipped, sir.',
said the man with 2 daughters and
a divorce. They are twins and about
4 years old. But nobody knows or even

asks how the trial went. 'There is not
a thing we can do, wrap up people, we
are leaving', yelled the man without
friends or family or even a pet. Shivers

all over my spine as I split the bushes,
you found me, congratulations, you won.

Daan Sep 2013

slow reader

Is he savouring the words,
enjoying every bit?
Is he annoyed and does
he hate reading?

Nobody knows,
but the books he tries
to read are out of his league.

Daan Aug 2013

Ticklish

You can't tickle yourself, you can
not surprise yourself. I don't want
to make love, well I do, but I'd rather
share love, feel love..

I end up getting hurt before it starts.
The cage doesn't know about imprisoning
the bird.
Who do you want to be,
the cage or the bird?

You just might surprise yourself.

I'm always the bird, I'd never even notice being the cage.

Daan Aug 2013

yet once more

For how long have I been craving
and how much time have I been
waiting to tell you what my most
desiring emotion has been the past

couple of months, but yet again I was
too late, I had no chance, she has no
clue, 'bout how I've failed, she does not
notice what my heart carries along.

Yet once more another guy swoops by
all my dreams are crushed, my house
collapsed, though I have been building

it for years. Is he that much better, or
am I simply not enough? If I had told
would it have helped? I hope not.

Daan Aug 2013

Destiny or choice

It's your pick, pull yourself together.
Some lay it in the cards, or the metal ball,
glass orbs and skulls or maybe dice.
You'd better choose already, cause the

way you're acting now is only making
it harder, the question bigger and the
answer further, further away from you.
Do you think you were meant to be together?

Would you have chosen eachother if
the circumstances were different? Or
was it never a choice, was it destiny?
Would you choose eachother again?

Chances are, when we think we know why we
chose eachother, we understand we never did.

Didn't spell check this one.
I'm not always a perfectionist,
sometimes I choose not to be one.

I hope it's destiny, cause I don't want to choose.

Daan Aug 2013

below average

To all the girls out there who want
a guy to do everything for them. I know
all you wish for is a man with confidence
who also happens to be attractive.

Knowing it is for my own good is not
enough. Give me something extra in
return and I will make a fool of myself
for everyone to see if that is what you

desire. Desiring you is my curse in the
morning, trying more is it in the middle
of the day. In the evening it is failing and
at night it's crying for another way.

Maybe you've already showed signs,
maybe not, I just want to make it sure.

And if I am, in person, not enough for you I will know by giving up that
that makes two.