Daan - Hello Poetry

Daan Jan 2014

My seed was strong and spoiled by soil,
grew up, youngest child, got every toy,
now all I wish is to be loved, spread joy.
In time my leaves and branches carry

more than my trunk can bare or roots
can hold. I need absorption of surrounds
to keep my twigs from snapping. Boil
my berry, motion, I want to leave so very

soon but I am tangled in these grounds.
I aim to bring other bushes different fruits,
change. Derive a potion from my ocean,
tears or water to feed, who knows,

I wish to predict how all goes.
I wish I still was that spoiled seed.

Daan Jan 2014

And still constellations

People will always gaze upon the
stars in need of hope refreshment.
Not much is literally timeless,
nothing actually, but I like to believe

this is.

Daan Jan 2014

unclaimed home

I like to compare my life to a house.
Right now they're still building it, it's
still just a house. This year they added
windows and a second floor. I hope one day
it will be loved and be a home.

It is not easy to build a house,
hours and hours of planning, then
working, placing, making, breaking and repairing.
Some people already came by to see if it's for sale.

They checked every room and every planned one.
But this house is not randomly being placed
I just don't know who asked for it to be built.

Daan Jan 2014

Battles

The situation seemed so perfect when
in fact the only thing that's able to be
perfect is a song.

People who can pick their favorite
must really have their lives
together.

I want to share my taste with you
I want to enjoy everything
together

Someone like you is necessary
for me to function right
even if we're apart.

And still, when we are together it
stays hard.

Ik heb het al aan mama gevraagd en ze zei:'Ok.'

The title of this poem changes everytime my playlist changes, it's good to have some changes, I guess

Daan Jan 2014

beauty in my eyes

The kind of miraculous movies that are not made
into videogames. It's like watching, surrounded
by darkness and seats, seated by people who laid
their first word around the time you did, sounded

not as perfect as yours, though they carefully tried.
Many times have I tried too but failed and cried.
A lot of people cry like that, surrounded yet not
noticed. They wish they didn't but then a lot

could go wrong. I have to help her, have to make
her see how confident she could be, not lied, she
is a hidden gem and more, so worthy, so valuable
for some and me but I can only look and notice

silently how she might blossom like the wallflower
she really is. Even if she does not I can only stand
and behold, like she does. Appearing strong, turning out
to be weak.

for those who couldn't see it, I am the beholder ; )

Daan Jan 2014

The turn around

Finally I've had enough, two sides
were halved and everything was
done for nothing. Enough strides
were fought, moments bought, does

the time I've spent seem useless, to her
it does then why am I the one trying,
losing pieces, selfawareness, dying
because she never intended the blur

she made me see. I'm done staring,
starting conversations, stopped caring,
she did not accept my love, she played
with it and I deserve better, darkest shade

replaced by brighter smiles. I'm looking for
another girl, devoting my poems from the core.

Though I never had the strongest personality, this has really gone too far. If she actually wanted after all than she's the one to be sorry, I am a changed man.

Daan Jan 2014

Up

Should I go on or let her float,
not knowing how to steer my sunken boat.
I'd rather know for sure if not than
doubting about, with small chances, can

or could I do nothing to make her take
initiative. With her I want to share the lake,
my first cleansing, crying, though knowing it is fake.
We both have the ability to harshly break

eachothers heart. Untied my shoelaces
missing embraces, picturing faces, sobbing
with my hands supporting my head.

What was I expecting, waiting obnoxiously races
on and on like a thief pitiful robbing
until everything is gone, I'm fed