Daan - Hello Poetry

Daan Jun 2014

Impatient,
action after action,
arrogance,
incapable
as
inner
organs slowly die.
I could just give you

a cure,
but you would not be satisfied
any more.

Let's talk, let's ensure the end is not that near,
it is though,
but it would only worsen in a state of fear.
Oblivious as always.

Daan Jun 2014

Valuable or precious

A contrast so subtle almost all
those in its circuit forget and get
lost. On each side a pulsating wall
and the floor is drenched and wet.

My best and oldest friend gave me
this book. My girl gave me a page
marker. My brother gave me a book-
case. My mom the ends, to support.

Who am I to judge and say and
realistically tell my hypocritical view,
point and vision. The tape holds this
poster on the walls with extra glue.

The moistness almost made it fall.
It will, sooner or later, your call.

my question is not if, but when she'll let it touch the ground.

Daan Jun 2014

Specific pain

Different direction, apart from the mass,
it's just a cold, patient, let it pass.
But let me check, one last time, I'll
see if it is certain.

I've grown a beard while

he was searching, read a book and wrote
a song. It won't be long, is what he said,
is what he said,
pass me the remote.

I have laid my eyes on you, countlessly,
but this will be my last,
a burden for a future past.

If this doctor says it's nothing,
go see a real doctor.

Daan May 2014

I think about you before I wake up

From nine to half past eleven did
I view what life was before my, our,
no, my, wait what?

We kissed in that new couch,
when we hid it was amazing,
when we ran, we ran for love,
to love and to forgive, we ran.

I jumped and crossed a border,
screamed my way out of it in French
got sprayed on by ex-friends
and now I stand alone, in my bathroom,
someone told me you don't do sleepovers with boys.

Daan May 2014

She skates

I feel her grip fading, slowly is
she leaving, hopping off the ice.
She says it didn't go very well,
but I couldn't say.
Speechless,
because she was so pretty,
impressed,
because she was so talented,
touched,
because she looked divine.
It hurts to think about it,
to accept she'll never be mine.

Time will pass and she'll forget,
we'll drift apart like we never met,
to me it's more than sight,
I have dared to love her with all my might
and cried because it didn't work.

I don't know what to change this time,
choice, my appearance, my act,
my voice, my talks, my jokes or walks.
What did I do wrong, this time.

She's gone

Daan May 2014

The messenger

He ships and carries information,
brings from one to the other nation.
He knows too much about all and
nothing, he needs to tell why sand
is slipping, between *******, in
times of tipping over.

His time is left to waste, his face
is pasted, copied, pasted, same
mistakes and same feeling.
Every connection is a small one,
all they say are problems, he
has the same but can't speak.

A good messenger is speechless,
he writes it down and continues
his message, only ears and hands,
no tongue to call it a day.

Sometimes messengers **** themselves,
figure of speech, or not
they destroy their own
and are left
speechless, indifferent.
I wish to be indifferent about things.
Like she is, not like the messenger.

Daan May 2014

To you

I've been crying myself to sleep,
been wondering what could have,
the tears are salty, my heart bitter.
I'm a quitter, halve this life, I weep.

I don't like you, I am blinded, but
what could have been is prettier
than the open-minded gut I share.
She is not unaware, she plays, a scene.

Let me go, this or that, no inbetween,
what I have seen and lived is worse,
what you have been is different, reverse

the irreversible. Taste the tears and bite
and swallow, until they all are gone.
Why, I don't want to, never, am I drawn