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Daan Oct 2014
Escalate,
derived from mountain tops
turning down precalculated flops
being true all of a sudden
releases all your fears at once,
and now you have to choose,
what will you do first
how deep is this one hidden under sea level
enough to quench your thirst,
finish
sometimes life is hauntingly beautiful,
most of the time it's not

why do I live, selfish
when I could share?
because I'm scared and not prepared.
Yesterday, people stared and they never
stopped
Daan Oct 2014
If we dream of creating,
objects tesselating,
shapes showing cracks,
through which we see
what reality
lacks,
we grow
a desire,
to recognize what we do admire,
to throw
our lives around
start a new, build up from
the ground,

but then we come
to sense, agree to make amends,
we jot down with a painful gesture
we can only fail to lift the vesture
of our one true love.
We are in debt with ourselves,
because we know too little
about someone we see too much.

Notice how you shift perception,
master shifting, experience perplexion.

Now try to decide which one you prefer,
not that easy, right?
Now prepare for being laughed at.
Daan Oct 2014
Connected by their names, loved
by their remarkable frames.
Frames covering their face and
thought.

For more than one have I fought
to notice that this sum of parts
cannot be defined on charts.

Unable to express, dysfunctional mess,
like home, where things are weird,
but just the way you like it.

Like home, like jungle puzzles,
my love for one, wolves with muzzles.
keep it to yourself
Daan Oct 2014
I decided to be lazy
and in comfort,
while I could be planting
love and growing experiences
like crazy.

While I could have studied,
worked for days,
have gratification,
on me bestowing
an honest to god translation
of matter to mind.

Behind on tasks
I did not choose the latter,
I decided to be lazy.

Maybe I am crazy
Love is an excuse for people who lack the looks or the confidence to meet up with their instincts.

And it's a **** good one
sometimes
Daan Oct 2014
It's not the right term, I know.
I do because it will never go,
not for now at least. I'm not sure
how much longer it will endure.

But I'm guessing forever, as mean
lessons taught me to stay keen,
only to be erased by new experience,
as every one brings closer to brilliance.

Out in the open with our beliefs,
in the middle of an exam wearing
nothing more than old, stained briefs
and everyone stopped caring.

About brilliance, about beliefs, about mistakes,
when inside acceptance awakes.
Miscommunication is the source of all my problems.
With other people, stuff and most of all my actual desires.
Daan Oct 2014
It's warm here, not just hot, burning,
I think, my stomache feels, turning.
How do I get out, where,
why, does no one else care?

My head is glowing, fingers dripping
sweat. My intestines are tripping
over all and themselves.
Deeper and deeper, as if this fire
delves a way inside my body,
spreading like disease, like virus,
like epidemic forces
combining us to fight.

These short moments brought back sight
to those who lost it, those scared at night.
But it will pass soon enough.
I over and under but I'm never really
right.
Daan Oct 2014
I need to buy
soft but steady
I'm not ready
to tell the salesman what I want
to make an order
to answer the man in the recorder.

I took for granted, granted that I was not aware,
appearing obsessed with such kind of flair
that I did not even dare
to say
who I really am.
I am not an escort, you can't actually buy me.
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