Daan - Hello Poetry

Daan Mar 2014

I chose

I wish I could sing better, as rooms
would crowd up just for my voice to fill
in the last possible spots and space. But
it's not my choice, envying those who

seem vocally perfect. I'll sing for myself
in corners of the world and I'll enjoy it
but the feeling that no one will ever
like the sound as much as a star's, breaks

more of my insides than my voice does
other people's ears. I'm not made
to sing, enchant your hearing, make you ling-
er, make you stare, make you dazzled with
confusion.

His voice, or hers, it makes me feel
these tingling sensations allover
the skin of my back, all my hairs rise.
I want to do that to the necks of listeners.

I lost so much, even this, even though
I never had it.
Make me humble again, return it.

I'll be lonely on my school ball,
I'll cry and watch some streams, making
their way wherever they want to.
But I can enjoy the sadness, I'm
getting used to being useless.

Do you wanna build a snowman?
The cold does bother me...

Daan Mar 2014

Boxes

Piles of work, my desk is bustling,
while outside the leaves are rustling,
The seasons are mixed up, the world
is different, time has been hurled

right passed me, like I don't exist, at
least for some. I'm shaken in ways that
I did not foresee, I cannot flee, to me,
this is prison. Come and hear the sound

pounding, from underground, wanting
to be found. A daunting feeling, taunting
my decisions, working ahead, time misled

me once again. Can't you go in my stead?
If not my life will go too fast, slow me down,
I want to go but I am not ready to leave town.

Packing, unpacking
staying, leaving
mystery, revealing,
open the box and find your fate.

Daan Mar 2014

Tons of similarities

Starting, all of a sudden, an easy, yet challenging win
I just can't comprehend what went down,
how this could have been,
slightly more brown of skin,
just what, why the gown
or why this dress?

I started it, now she started it, I guess
we're starting something.
This girl, she is a work of art and I don't want
any less than every part

I've dreamt of this to occur,
thousands and thousands of times before
never ever did I expect, even more, this,
for some way to connect
hardwired, complicated structures, not just blending, but
melting together, but this is just, possibly, the
start.

I hope I can, for just once, not be the coward I always am.
At least the view is pretty, I'm so shallow and vain.

Daan Mar 2014

The first of rays

The best things happen after autistically
planning, but doing something else, as
long as it keeps handing me sunlight and
some feet to walk, I'll keep walking.

It has always been my dream, but, secretly,
shamefully, I will never dare, losing things
dear to me and ideals. I walk across
a waterway and find my luck in the sudden

movements of two ducks, refreshing in that
very water. Neighbours working, greeting strangers,
children disobeying their mothers.
And old man on the bus comments, I sit
I read, look up, search for the right words and
stop reading.

Quentin felt infinite, so I wanted to let that feeling last.

referring to paper towns, by john green

Daan Mar 2014

Figure skaters

If only your eyebrows were more prominent
passion drives to glow, sparkling, sliding,
gliding,
creating cold dust, floating for a while.
Twirling, curling, turning, flying, twisting,
my eyes were hooked, not only because
of how you looked. It's what you did
that made me oblivious of all else.
Even though your rating would be high, I would
never judge you.

Judging on my sense of sensing,
we will never winter sport together.
Mostly because of me, the weather
and because you're better.

I hate myself for that.

Daan Mar 2014

Combine for impenetrability

Imaginary affection, illusionary connection.
I am lost in the worst of more than one section,
my cloud is separated from my ozon layer
and the longer I wait the farther and stayer.

Explanations are immortal to those who stare,
entranced and smoothly picked from the bunch.
What would your answer be if I asked you out for lunch?
I'd like to know before I ask for real, seems fair?

Comparing to analogous past situations, habits
and negations, what did I do wrong? I read,
people, all around me, examining to grab it's
full potential. Sometimes it hurts, once it led

to girls who fled, feelings of regret, hardship bled by
the dead, spread, on the deficient bed of newly wed
sensations.

without hesitations.

I shed my tears for those who never love far more
than for people like me, I love love, even though I am not
good at it.

Daan Mar 2014

songs for the unwanted

My feelings are neglected, my love
was never appreciated. The care I took
did not fulfill her demands and secretly
my friends are laughing, I just know.

And there's nothing I can do to make you see
nothing to connect you with the real me.
I'll tell you what I want to say
not what you hope on hearing.

I danced with you but you forgot,
my time with you, unknowingly comforted
but my actions were betimes aborted
because you seemed a little occupied a lot.

But there was nothing I could do to make you see
nothing to connect you with the real me.
I'm telling you what I want to say
not what you're hoping on hearing.

Now accept my offer and release your yet
inner intellect, equally protect and let
me increase the amount of question marks
with complete obliviousness, it all embarks.

There was nothing I could have done to make you see
nothing to connect you with the real me.
I have told you what I wanted to say
not what you hoped on hearing.

I did not want to ruin the book by writing the note inside it
So I put a piece of paper in it to tell you
It always was and always will be you.

(2020 edit: god oh god, the cringe is real.)