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769 · Nov 2014
Schadenfreude
Daan Nov 2014
I dropped my ice cream cone today.
It made me realise that I stray.
Life is boring without the glue
that mends a feeling to all new.

A kid could scream a mother crazy.
But is it better than him being lazy?
And I should practice timing more,
being one of the few that I don't bore.

The drop of a can in a machine,
or of it on your phone's screen,
depresses on a different level
those who seek the purest revel.

In silence when the movie ends,
in the joy when that glue mends.
In the grace of the woman that I'll marry
In the smile of the girl I carry
even when my arms get sore.

In what condition do you develop
certain feelings more than others?
760 · Apr 2014
Casual
Daan Apr 2014
When attraction is separated from
vision, true vision, useless, both of
them, you notice what is real, come,
I am this house, I am these walls, I am this bed,
flowerpetals, candles, a breeze, curtains visiting.

In search, in need, desperate, true love.
All this time is wasted, all along I was a fool, mislead,
by me. Clueless, fire's gone, petals gone, curtains revisiting.
They'll never understand, I wish they tried more.
I should not keep running, playing, if I'm not capable, not ready to score.

Low profile, high pace, beat, when plans are like a boat,
hours thinking, still it doesn't float, I missed a hole and now
I'm in a loop. Acting like I don't, failed acting, just denying somehow.
Why has always been the leader of my brain, not me.
I've ripped papers, shred them, killed moments, demolished them,
and most of all erased.

I got caught up with this taste
its fresh but backbiting taste, pineapple
as long as it's not kiwi.
I am not capable of letting go.
Everything means something.
I just try to make life into that movie, the movie that made you cry last night, because it was so romatically pretty.
Identity crisis, in may, in snow.
Turns out it wasn't over, it was dramatically horrifying.
I tried to make it look like a candle at his final moment.
750 · Jul 2013
Perfection
Daan Jul 2013
The pursuit of ignorance, bliss
and happiness. Perfection found
in a smile or in a tear, that is,
only to be seen, without a sound.

The view is all it takes, whatever
it takes to get that view, that
specific feeling, carefree thoughts,
an empty head. I guess I'll never

be not awake at night in bed,
with a mind that's everything but flat,
pained a little more with every tread,
and deeply vague, tied with knots.

As long as you keep craving desperately
your life will never make you run breathlessly
The running part, supposed to be a good thing, like running away after doing something crazy.
736 · Feb 2014
Hiking
Daan Feb 2014
I've been walking for days, it feels like I
need to, I can't stop, craving the top he sees,
he cannot reach it yet. Passed by
some music, turning wheels even ladies

in high heels go faster. I take my time,
enjoy the journey, the end of the tour
I wish to reach is a blessing I so kind-
ly deserve. Still I keep my pace down,

steadily enjoying every single step I take.
This endless, infinite state of walking
is my way of living. I cannot love without
the wait, I cannot belong without a map

and a fixed route. I need these hopeless
days to survive my own **** mind.
When you have been on a trip like that, walking feels like forever and you think you can't handle it. But when you reach the end you are so glad you did it, and actually the whole trip was beautiful.
730 · Mar 2014
I chose
Daan Mar 2014
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...
726 · Oct 2014
Hearing aid
Daan Oct 2014
She walks, straight
towards my door. She grips
the handle, it's too late,
if this is fate, if this is a poor
projection of a tight connection.
I'm not sure. Never was I afraid
to lure. But it comes too close.

My ear pressed against it, my nose
caressed the glass windows, and I listened.
Never did I listen. I am distracted.
I guess you can say, I need aids. hearing aids
723 · Apr 2014
The lower end of a candle
Daan Apr 2014
The strings are getting rusty,
I haven't played since that day,
my style has turned uselessly fusty,
and I don't plan on changing my way.

The chords, slowly forgotten, will not
be played again.

Concerts will be put on hold, later on
cancelled.

If I had just one fan, small-eyed or freckled.
I would keep going, but I don't.

I'll go back to practicing.
704 · Nov 2014
evenly rude
Daan Nov 2014
God is being generous,
life gave me all I wished for,
yet I miss one simple thing,
a teacher, to take me under his wing.

And you noticed how I'm happy,
how I'm laughing all the time.
But did it ever cross your mind
that I'm just being kind?

All given will be taken,
all earned is undecided.
All I know is that we're
all devided.
By the same to become one.
697 · Apr 2014
replaced but different
Daan Apr 2014
harmless like a cactus, refreshing my every thought
sliding, gliding my hand through very dry sand.
I am nothing like whatever my thoughts are now
Though  I wish I was, someway, somehow
682 · Jun 2013
I've tried
Daan Jun 2013
A small mouse is known for scaring
the elephant she has not even met.
Capturing a mouse seems so easy,
it seems easier than capturing an elephant

That's where you're wrong. The mass
wants to play guitar, or something bass.
Playing a blues harp is not hard enough.
It's not impressive, but oh so rich of flow

I've tried it, playing, capturing, caring
without dissapointing. Times are tough
when you cannot pay someone elses debt
Writing about that mouse can be cheesy.

Besides all that, that all is irrelevant.
If I never capture her, I want her to know
...
I've tried to give you many names but until this moment you still haven't accepted any of them
I'm trying to form a picture but you keep me from finishing it.
When will I finally have a name that fills my heart with joy by only saying it or thinking it.
I can't keep waiting for it silently
I have to hunt and capture a name and make it rightfully mine.

Revisited, I don't need hunting.
680 · Dec 2014
Winter
Daan Dec 2014
My body feels clammy and I feel
my fingers, ears and nose kneel
before the king of snow and cold.
I envy those who have someone to hold
when days are less long,
and I am less strong,
less capable of defending,
when she is ending
sanity
for me.
I think winter just dressed up as christmas and newyears
to cover up for being such a moodkill

(You knew it was coming, tv-shows warned you about this ;) )
675 · Jan 2017
Drowning
Daan Jan 2017
Barely breathing, barely alive,
you strive to keep me going.
My hands reached out
and yours did too
while hers did not.

Different lobsters fighting in my head,
one is dead
the other didn't have to fight
she is now my favourite light.

She's pulling me
out of my misery
slowly
carrying me
to my safe place
a new and healthy trace
to follow in the sand
while the other banned
and left me understandably.
I'll wear this while yours is being washed
Because of symbolism.

I thought of descriptions
but I know they're of no use
672 · Mar 2014
Figure skaters
Daan Mar 2014
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.
670 · Jan 2014
Up
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
660 · Feb 2014
Picky
Daan Feb 2014
More than just tanned skin over bone,
just the long brown hair on it's own,
that giggle when I try to look, manly,
like one who can be the man Leigh

desires to interfere with. Myth, mystically
beautiful, mesmerizingly enchanting, step
by step, gracefully, carefully granting
me another chance, glancing optimistically.

Her eyes, not caring about the colours, staring
across the hall, my nose can reach her forehead,
her taste in music, juicy yet elegant, in bed,
slightly humming along, god, she must be a dream.

She can just pick any guy she wants, a team
of athletes all at once, or just the one that lead
the journey to her lust and center. I misread,
excuse me for swearing, but the skirt she's wearing

is more than I can handle. Enter the room
without a hint of fear, she's near, like perfume.
When in doubt, always remember to not eat the yellow snow.
660 · Mar 2015
memory lane
Daan Mar 2015
A walker sitting down for a rest,
dressed in yesterdays clothes,
thought and reminisced
about yesterdays abodes.

Lest it be that he is waiting
for winter to be over.
Looking ahead he spots
a road, he's never walked before.

Something drove her to mark her I's
with dots shaped as planets, so natural
and round.

The waiter sits as his walking side hits him with another thought.
One of tomorrow, one of risk, not safe and sound.

The sitter walks in time whenever he has to go, he goes.
He's patient for the best or nothing.
659 · Dec 2014
Spicy seasoning
Daan Dec 2014
Almost winter and I still
don't have a backup plan.
Yet, there is time left to spill.

Even when there is no chance you can
or on the other hand,
when you know you can't.

It's nice to have something just in case
somewhere to escape to
some kind of a fireplace
far away from risks.
I don't need you now,
but how long will that last.
657 · Jun 2013
Subconscious anxieties
Daan Jun 2013
Fish have swam away from me yesterday.
Dogs have chased me, running, even sad
ones. Butterflies, born a butterfly, never
were caterpillars. What's that dog's name again?

Cacti look so beautiful but sting so very bad,
That butterfly is gone now, the dogs too and
the fish never stayed long. Are they scared
by my movement? Or am I not good enough?

What's that **** dogs name?
I knew it
once...
I never saw that butterfly again.
You don't have to think it's good, it's a bit weird.
649 · Jan 2014
The turn around
Daan Jan 2014
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.
646 · Mar 2014
Working it out
Daan Mar 2014
I'm working slow but I'll get it done.
Just when you think the girl is gone,
her friends say differently, indifferently
did I react, because I finally passed the

overcoming of emotions. An abundance
of thoughts, gathering all together like
a forest gathers trees and a tree has leaves
like birds have feathers. It's a flood, where

every single drop counts and helps destroy
people's dreams, my dreams were fire where
your actions extinguished and put them out.

Fire is so overused, didn't understand, she thinks
I abused? Her friends think I was. I'm just as
naive as they are. I'm ok with drowning though.
alternative title would be 'processing'
I hope she won't leave before I'm ready..

UPDATE: She did leave
623 · Dec 2014
A remarkable garden
Daan Dec 2014
Change is fluent,
after a while
your passion turns truant.
Like your smile
when you recognize
the persuant:
Doubling the amount of water
did not double this plants size.

A revolutionary type of slaughter.
Haah, the power of influences.
Makes you wonder.
620 · Jun 2014
being productive
Daan Jun 2014
Just to **** people off,
to tell them I write.

I wrote a poem last night,
you might not know, but
it's called being productive.

Ever heard of being productive?
You piece of horse manure.
612 · Nov 2013
badly mistaken
Daan Nov 2013
I've been pushing far beyond my limit.
Still, no reply, as if I don't exist, as if
I am not recognized. Autumn is coming.
The flowers can feel it, the trees can feel it.

Woodland critters shivering up in their
safe, warm nests. Only caring for food,
survival and continuing their race. Race
back to your home, you don't belong here.

Even though he tries so hard to be a part
of the life she lives, again carelessly, maybe
stuck with someone else inside her head.

I shouldn't care any less or more. Even when
I care too much, it's just right. The wind is
tearing me apart, yet I am up in my safe,
warm nest.
608 · Sep 2015
The second floor
Daan Sep 2015
I bit them off
chewed and chewed
and left with nothing
kept on chewing.

My teeth got crunched,
to destruction I lunched
and when finished
I noticed what had disappeared.

My fingers were shorter
and my face was pale.
I woke up to the sounds of tapping
imagined it were crowds of people clapping.

Imagined I was as magnificent as a two dollar meal.
The brown lettuce returned me to what was real.

Cardboard walls and clicking teeth, drops falling
on my worn out rags. If only I had had a calling.
The way they spray the bad away
is diabolic.
607 · Dec 2014
Overcompensation
Daan Dec 2014
I am scared of miscommunication
taking away the elation
of utopic conversation.

I'm not afraid of emancipation,
not on my toes for equality.
I'm horrified by overcompensation.

Our youth hardwires us into some basic
identity, from then on we may choose.
I ask myself what life would be like, if everything was equal.
I prefer the high bridge.
602 · Jan 2017
Busy
Daan Jan 2017
Stop the lies,
there's other things to do,
better things to do,
just break the ties,
leave it all
until it safely dies,
leave it all
for someone else.

Compelled to let go
I want you to know
there is no other way
there is no better way.

There's not much honor in dying
even if you're fighting, at least trying,
save your giving
for the living.
I'm just a station on your way
I know I'm not your lover.

All I want is to watch a movie right now
and for you to hold me.
Because effort's just not worth it anymore.
598 · Nov 2016
Misinterpretation
Daan Nov 2016
I've gotten worse at drawing.
Just the side-carried feeling
of knowing, gnawing
my insides, stealing
my focus on the better of it all,
numbs me enough to make me stay
down after the fall.

I drew her face in a clean and realistic way.
My pencil made her pure in shades of grey.
My eraser helped her see the light of day.

Still the rest of her is hidden.
I'd wish my existence was ridden
of this flawing
hypothesis.
Focus on a different locus
598 · Aug 2013
Ticklish
Daan Aug 2013
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.
595 · Dec 2013
what makes us more
Daan Dec 2013
What it takes to make us two, why it
makes us work for everything that
we hold dear, held dear and will be
holding onto until we finally see,

we are nothing more and never will
be, ought to be and never were, it's
like a spinning, working, useless mill
still spinning, working but nothing fits

inside, nothing is knead by it's monstrous
wings, eventually we all become, subconscious-
ly, every single one of us will be, that mill. You can
deny and try to not be but you'll fail. Acceptance,

all hail acceptance. I can't argue with my fate.
Just try to make it more, fool, it's already too late.
Be that fool, surprise me, for I cannot surprise myself.

'Because we're all just cynics on the run'
590 · Oct 2014
Infatuated
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.
579 · Dec 2016
Depersonalization
Daan Dec 2016
A girl is shaking, seemingly
endlessly, most definitely
not faking. Soft, puffy cheeks, red eyes,
pink nails, her impression fails

to shake off and loosen my
interest. Impressed by how strong,
no one knows exactly for how long
she may have been feeling like this.

I feel the need to hug her tight,
care for her when she's alone at night,
grab her waist from behind,
whisper words and kiss her kindly.

But I refrain, will never express
how I feel about this nameless mess.
Addicted to second guess,
578 · Apr 2014
Expectations
Daan Apr 2014
It's like taking a new route, walking
another path than before, not knowing
What might come or be or what is growing.
Don't be scared, let your eyes do the talking.

Everything I see is different, like when you
read a book you have never read before,
you've seen those words, you're quite sure,
but not here, not where you'd expect them to be.

I have seen it all now it's their turn to notice me.
Hoping I won't ruin it by something that I'll do.
I've never talked to them but I know I'll like them too.

I keep calling myself brave, every day, for trying
this but inside a little part of me is surely dying.
And if everything goes wrong, I'll definitely end up crying.
577 · Jan 2017
Oranges
Daan Jan 2017
Someday somewhere in France
We'll dance, oh wonder,
No need for a second chance,
We ponder the same question
The name

I'm tamer, softer, carefully
Thinking, linking in,
Taking time
Baby steps and books and coffee
The second magic takes me whole
Not about a goal,
Not about reaching,
Nor teaching me what had to be learned
Not about being concerned.

Flowing, floating, no boasting, roasting
Or even coasting, steadily reaching
Shore.
I have time
575 · Sep 2016
Just fine
Daan Sep 2016
I've found my loveable distraction
For until next semester.
In this courtyard I am jester
In the other a simple contraction

Of a muscle deeply lain
By time ungodly strain
And barely managing to contain
Its unearthly fluid.

Its tissue's not the issue.
It's the impact of the brain
Turning this naive heart insane.

Asleep it's fine.
After dinner and wine
You make me want to intertwine.
573 · Dec 2013
non existent
Daan Dec 2013
I've seen a lot of things, I want that
too. Greedfully not accepting what
I already have. To me it's nothing.
This bird already has one wing

and another, he can fly wherever.
But will this flying, reckless bird ever
stop looking for a nest a partner and
some stories to tell? Well he does bend

the air and tell his friends all the stories.
You'd say he's happy even more he's
filled with joy for every flight he takes,
because every single one is a journey, be this

never to forget. But, even filled, he is
empty, prepared for any of the possible stakes.
I want to rush it, but it's not right.
567 · Aug 2015
Vectors
Daan Aug 2015
Two lights, one car, they pass,
two eyes, one head, they see
two clouds, they fuse and be-
come one big fluffy cloudy mess.
they drift and float and leave our sight.

Trains and hours and days and youth
and beauty and life and love and tides and anything you can think of.
my studies, my words in wind, in ways I've sinned.

It all does, why can't you let it.

Two dots, one line. An offer to decline.
I wish I was a sailors boat, he'd guide me
and I'd still see the world.
558 · Feb 2017
Organic passion
Daan Feb 2017
We saw we lacked fulfillment of desires,
goals our mind hardwires into our existence.
We made a pact called resistance,
made a promise that appalled assistance
we don't need anymore.

Morally grey, black and white were never
meant to stay, we were supposed to sever
ourselves from past whining, unable to withstand
declining, weepers, lonesome sleepers,
armed with their hand.

We're not back, admitted, we are only just beginning,
we recognized the lack, the start of our winning.
It's all relative
just don't get caught up in the mechanics
they're just a set up
549 · Jan 2015
The balcony
Daan Jan 2015
I've been comparing the
expensiveness of the clothes he's wearing
to the level of his unconditional caring
and there is no correlation.

I'd rather stare around, talk
or laugh on that perfect balcony.
But if I ever pass the cold grey stones
and the buds of cigarettes again,
it'll trigger the emotions of a moved, changed man.

As I stare right through you,
as they did, as they will,
I notice I am just as wrong.
But that's what happens when the storm is strong
and the home you've tried to build
on the hill is struggling to stay still
on the day of reckoning.
You do know that judgement is not a one way street, don't you?
548 · Mar 2017
Corners
Daan Mar 2017
She took the swing, this fragile thing,
she took the shot and since then she's got
me jumping, got me running, hitting,
frantically searching, no time for sitting,
she's got me in this corner,
knowing all this time I'd have worn her
as a hat or red
cowboy boots.

Her being loots
my mind, my waking moment,
I want to hold, touch and kiss
engulf us both in bliss,
as we watch and comment
as we notice what the calm meant
when we finally found our seats.

Heartbeats chase us, take us
underground and up again,
shivering, trembling body parts,
these hearts, shaking, swinging,
without the need to plan,
keep my passion singing.
I gave away a penalty
People understood,
still thought of me as good
rather than faulty.
547 · Feb 2017
Truant
Daan Feb 2017
Occupied, busy, locking doors,
unwashed hairs, frizzy, always
calculating, almost all days,
memorising, dedicated hearts
mesmerising all possible counterparts.

He came outside today, smelled a flower,
finally left his tower, to play,
as long as his muscles stay fresh,
his flesh away from sour
tiredness, he'll find reasons,
methods to devour our beauty.

Processed, bland, in order,
safely divided, a border,
statistics, graphs and charts,
his mind parts all he wants to know
from where he feels he wants to go.
There is no winning or losing in this situation. He'll live the life he's meant to live until he stops believing that's how it works. No one knows what happens when it doesn't.
Daan Mar 2013
Waiting, outside, for something big to happen.
My thoughts of what might come are blooming
like myrtle does this time of year. They are tappin'
my mind from the inside, all my time consuming.

Waiting, inside, in my bed, rethinking most of
my thoughts, hoping they'll come true, wishing
they will become real. If they do I will, my love,
finally be able to stop my imperishable fishing.

I should commence any form of action, anything
should do. Because doing nothing is nothing I
would do, I think, whilst getting out of my bitter bed.

Maybe I could speak or laugh or squeak or sing
for her. Filled with shame, perhaps therefore I'll die,
hence I have only got yellow courage in my head.
543 · Apr 2014
Nothing ever
Daan Apr 2014
There she was, in an irish pub, sipping
beers with soft tastes and smooth lips.
Our tables, further, I remember dipping
my nacho, drenched with cheese, in salsa.

I memorised everything, so I'll never forget
what she did, what I did, what broke me;

'Third time's the charm.'
I keep walking on the pathway that is life
dreaming of every girl that gives a simple sign.
I know I cannot have her, yet I want her to be mine
Even though we've never even met each other.

The connection, only I seem to notice it
And every evening on my bed I sit
crying like a little girl that lost her mother
And I try so hard not to bother.

It makes no sense, but there she is
on the other end of the hallway this
happens without thinking, just staring.

She turns around, her eyes, so godlike and divine
in a glimpse my thoughts and Orpheus' align.
I wish I could make you my wife.


And now I'm sure I never will.
broke me like you did
541 · Nov 2016
Illumination
Daan Nov 2016
His cough encouraged him to stay inside
persuaded him to spend the night
in soft and safer beds.
Where his scarf is less of use
and two pillows mean abuse.
Where cotton without candy
feels like a contraction of sugar mixed with brandy
and he thinks more like the man he
wished he wasn't too afraid to be
less cowardly
he dozed
he snoozed
and snored
and freed his mind of every thing, so utterly vague
five plagues of insight would not have sufficed
to make him see the light inside.
I'm not afraid anymore
540 · Dec 2016
I'm back
Daan Dec 2016
I lost myself inside your being
was too emotional, unseeing
what your actions brought,
after all they did turn out to be the things I sought.

I'm back to my old ways and left
insecurity and frightening thoughts
behind. The dots, connected, lots
of training, perfected in a deft

and mesmerizing manner.
Once again I wear my banner
high with pride and modesty as one.

Raise your hand if you still believe,
release your hands from both your sleeves
and get it done.
Decisions never came so easily
choices never were so obvious
I should have never been gone.

I felt blinded by the sun
but the sun was not my enemy
once again I can see.
538 · Dec 2013
unknown
Daan Dec 2013
Guys are never just talking, why do
I feel so jealous, when all you say is no.
Do I want to work for it that hard? Am
I the only one not knowing how to act

around this beautiful human being?
I wished that we could have been seeing
eachother a long time ago, but now
we'll never be like that. Look for something

new. How do I love if I'm not loved back?
You can try to change, change is good.
But do not take it too far, carefully choose

what you want to be. I for one want you
to change into someone less popular.
Then again I'm not the one to force you.
I wish I still had someone to write for, now I'm just writing about someone non existent.
538 · Dec 2013
disqualified
Daan Dec 2013
She didn't even have the chance to finish.
It's winter, lady, less lady-like than before.
For every day in my past, I still do wish,
things hadn't changed, I loved you more

when you were unreachable. I lost sense
along the way, and now I'll never find it
back. She is not who I thought she was,
my glass could have shattered long ago.

Afraid of commitment, afraid to commence,
even though the chances are so small, fit
for a hospital of simple minds. It still does
make me reminisce the blow, although,

the signs say different things, my mind can
get to ease. After all that is my favourite plan.
some bridges were built last week, today I'm tearing them down.
Just to let this river flow freely.
538 · Jan 2016
Connection
Daan Jan 2016
Your country is unknown to me,
so are your inhabitants. I only recognize
your flag.

I wish I wanted to travel more,
or that you were a country more close to mine.

Yet water divides our common ground.
533 · Feb 2017
Mister brightside
Daan Feb 2017
By distance, by the stance,
by every cheeky glance,
every small yet wonderful dance,
every movement of the hands,
every mistake,
by all the chances I got
and were yours to take
we will know if though or not
the picture has place left
to stretch out into.
I feel melancholy
I miss that week
But I don't want to be weak
and make your word holy.
531 · Jun 2015
The gem
Daan Jun 2015
Fairly fair and very verified will you spill your time
the thing thou'd be the hardest of hard to see
the mustard sandwich that is no wax of your bee
the beans you also, whereas worth no less than a dime.

You are a gem, my lady, rough and smooth,
you are surrounded, lady, by your very own root.
525 · Sep 2013
Random trains
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.
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