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520 · Dec 2013
Damn
Daan Dec 2013
History repeats itself, fallen into my
own traps, setup long ago, still working.
No place left to run, options, ran out,
running, passing signs, can't read them,

running too fast. Trying to hold thy
from drifting further and further away.
I don't know what other dangers are lurking,
Doubting about switching to another route.

If I mind? I guess not, didn't have much she'd pay
for anyway. But I can't find another gem,
so why bother searching, this one's right there!
Treasure hunting, risky, thrilling, grasping for air,

now real treasure is closeby, I can see it's
perfect shine, still a long way to go before I can know
if it fits.
the truth is, I don't want any other gems
519 · Mar 2013
Trapped and drowning
Daan Mar 2013
Producing a liquid with so many meanings,
creating pictures right before your mind,
expressing happiness, anger or even facetiousness.
How small can something that essential be?

They will break you so easily, without a doubt,
remodeling every thing you held so dear.
Giving so many wrong impressions
but such a small amount of right ones.

So helpful but never really helping.
Just a simple glance, a glimpse, a quick look,
sold, to the boy with the very dark pair.

you rub them, you close and open them
Capturing this moment, maybe forever
In the end, they'll never let you down.
514 · Jul 2013
Impulse
Daan Jul 2013
Impressive, how timing can ruin all.
Such a short moment in time, enough
to make everything dear to you fall.
Without control I buy, eat, yell and

hurt, most of all, hurt, people I do
not wish to hurt. I am not myself
It is not my fault, I just can't explain
Believe me when I say: 'I'm sorry.'.
They never believe me...
511 · Apr 2014
Scioglimento
Daan Apr 2014
Arms resting on carrara, leaning
in to make you feel like it should
appreciated, and if I just could
tell you but my expressions lose meaning

when I speak instead of show, low
heartbeat, fast, surrounded by
the veil of whiteness, pretty, oh my,
this must be, with covering snow.

She does not respond to this
silent weight on the shoulders
weighing more than massive boulders
she doesn't know how much I miss

her grasps and hesitated touch
they're like a failing, neverending clutch
I went to Italy and it was a journey to my center and to culture. I loved every bit of it!
511 · Jan 2015
'Justice'
Daan Jan 2015
They pulled out his eyes, because he had seen
too much.

They blew out his brains, he must have
known too much.

Blind and braindead was their thought
now it was reality.

And they cut off his tongue
for he had said too much.
When you think, not know, you act as if
the difference fades, the first will go, let that sink.
touched by the greatest weapon
broken
pens
507 · Jan 2015
Perseverence
Daan Jan 2015
The instruments, ruined, in the back,
away from all potential visitors,
even though they're the best you
ever held. Their authenticity is gone.

Your voice seems small,
even though your mouth is tall.
You say too much but mean
too little, stay back.

Stay away, you are too close,
I can't move now, I know she knows
I'm a sad waste of time, and I
don't deserve her. She'll hurt you
without noticing, she's too good for
intended pain.
My cactus died, I gave it too much water.
Doubting *****.
507 · May 2014
Additions
Daan May 2014
Supplementary beauty, outside of
what we call our home, inside of
what we call our working space.
We can't stay here forever, it pays
to travel, it works out to change,
it helps to work and improve our ways.

Talents, oddities, special equipment,
all additions to the perfect creatures,
imperfect perfection is so perfect.

So if you ever find a mark in your book,
or a number in your phone, a name in
the back of your head. Don't hesitate,
reconnect with that addition,
it just might have been an imperfect
perfection.
504 · Dec 2019
Schappelijk
Daan Dec 2019
De beste kerst is
kerstmis met rode wijn
en gerst en nat
en koud en sneeuw van goud dat,
dartelend, de lucht kartelend,
neer dwarrelt.

De beste kerst heeft koord gevroren,
zilver glinsterballen om de oren
van de takken van de boom.
Wat ben jij groot geworden,
moeder, neef en nicht en oom,
ze drinken koffie na het eten,
doen *** best niet te vergeten
dat ze nog moeten rijden,
wetende dat we op de simpelweg
elkaar met gezelligschap kunnen verblijden.

De beste kerst is draagzaam over lange afstand,
ondanks de periodes zonder elkaar.
De beste kerst is nu, een beetje al vandaag
en een beetje uitkijken naar die van volgend jaar.

De beste kerst is schappelijk, aannemelijk tevredenheid,
de beste kerst is profiteren van het feit
dat mensen al jaren godheden vereren,
zonder gevoelens te bezeren.

De beste kerst is middelmaat, onwetendheid.
Want zij zijn zalig, heilig, zacht getroffen,
daar zij tevreden zijn met een trui of nieuwe sloffen.

Zonder beter moeten, hebben, zijn,
je wint maar niemand vindt dat fijn.
Het waar geluk zit dan vanbinnen,
dus laat het avondmaal beginnen.
Omdat het eten = waar geluk en dan vanbinnen zit natuurlijk.

Smakelijk allemaal!
504 · Jan 2017
Egoism
Daan Jan 2017
Black and white do not exist
I can only try to catch the gist
of what hides inside
the parts I get to see
should be the only facts to me
The fact that I care too much about others
I can only offer help what bothers
me is my judgementality

Sleep tight
you deserve to
503 · Jan 2017
Landslide
Daan Jan 2017
Be there for me
this is bound to blow over
my judging ways
her unheard prayers
oh I'll be gone, doll,
dear puppeteer,
help me steer clear.

No strings left to keep us attached
your legacy remains unmatched.
But I don't want to read your face
I need to keep running, keep up my pace.
It won't be like this for ever.
There will be better things, man.
Keep it up.
December 27 2016

Little ways down the road, a month later
Reading this now while wandering through privates and I feel great.
So I decided to publish
500 · Oct 2014
avalanche
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
500 · Aug 2014
dumbstruck
Daan Aug 2014
I donated my pride to a greater cause,
I gave away some honour to forget the loss
I won though, but lost integrity, nobility,
Selfish and not, now I crave invisibility.
you can't tell me what to do
but please
do
494 · Nov 2014
White-livered delivery
Daan Nov 2014
I got you something for your
birthday, nothing much or
nothing fancy. Though I did
not dare to give it, because mid-

transporting something occurred
that, despite my former motivation,
formed some kind of hesitation
which strangely, harshly stirred

my view and vision on my goals.
I never notice what actually controls
a change of mind so out of the blue.
What could be this recurring cue?

It got through, I understand, I can
not hand because you want a man.
And somewhere deep down I know
that I am not the way you wish to go.
491 · Dec 2019
Juistletoe
Daan Dec 2019
Met jou mag ik me trots
verschuiven naar de fel beminde
plaats onder de groene takjes.
Zelfs met mijn goed gezinde
buikje vol de lekkerste gebakjes,
heb ik nog liefde te over en
hoop ik je te betoveren.

Aan deze kus is echt niets mis maar zo ***,
waarom heet dat dan een mistletoe?
Maar, eeeuhh, tak!
En doe nog maar een bis.
488 · Apr 2014
On my own
Daan Apr 2014
She grabbed my tie and pulled me in,
after eating, wiped the leftovers off my chin,
soft and silky, warm blankets, rubbing,
afterwards, we're kissing, the others went out, clubbing.

I had a date, I wish I had, I love my date, I wish
I will. Everything goes floopy when I simulate
a proposal, I want to go big, make her laugh and
touched, but I don't have someone to share these small
connections of delightful rows of affection, shown.
I'll be dancing with myself
487 · Mar 2014
Latch
Daan Mar 2014
I drowned, the sea was only regrouping
to return with an even bigger wave to
flush my mood, making tears invisible.

Soaked I will return, I'll hunt you down and
haunt you in your dreams, you'll think of me.
I just know you won't forget, I'm not crazy.

My last soldier ran to the battlefield, held up
against a massive army, he died, but not heroically.
A fractured spear pierced through his collarbone.

This final deed was one too much, of such I
may not overcome. I was allright, she rekindled,
I had to fight, lost, died, at least I tried, I'm done now
482 · Apr 2014
challenge
Daan Apr 2014
Her body is my desire, her thoughts
connected, more than one wire, admire
her feelings, rarely shown. And with lots
of protection, lots of walls and to inspire
every wake moment spend, thinking,
revising what to do, how to act. Mystery,
cryptic, intriguing riddle, almost blistery.

A special case, a pretty face, she expects
but does she accept with whatever complex,
proposal I continue? Nothing however checks.
She must be, kidding, riddling, skating.
As all, freud said, desperate for mating,
doesn't seem, blow off steam, let it go, I can't
enchanted. Challenging, intriguing.

Is this
real?
481 · Jun 2014
The staring
Daan Jun 2014
Perspective constantly changes when
you jump. The end pose makes your
view a little rusty. You cannot change
your final vision. I want to keep jumping.

Forever, never be a solid stone or dry
scraped wood. Wind makes me feel chilly,
I get shivers because of rustling leaves.
People call it fear of failing, my mind, downscaling.

But then I see a person, empty as it seems
not constantly thrilled by massive gleams.
I envy those who can control, those with
purpose and a whole different point of view.

Be my supplement, fulfill my instable needs,
enlarge my passion with such might, so I
don't need to learn control. My failure feeds
on insecurity. Stop my jumping, make me fly.
Please, make it stop.
I cried when I stopped staring.
Now I just stopped caring.
479 · Nov 2016
Lobulus parietalis
Daan Nov 2016
Vaguely I remember how and when
she got infected. She was sleeping,
disconnected from the world, heaping
inconsistencies onto a pile and then
breathing softly, laid to rest beside me.
Her chest was acting like the tides, see
how easily she fell into security.

In trust we slept,
though I could not help but stare.
Her nose kept
me infatuated, as if she didn't even care.

She's like a sheep in wolves clothing.
A lobster in lukewarm water,
the footprint of her father.

I wouldn't mind losing space and sleep in bed
if it would mean she meant the words she never said.
Remarkable how I always need another shot

Happy birthday, Lob
476 · Jun 2014
Waxing
Daan Jun 2014
Wanting what we cannot contain
not needing what we easily refrain
from
now on I'll just wait and see,
and on and off it will always be
like magnets, turn around and attract
but run after and you get neglect.

If I pull away quick enough,
I'll be done with all this stuff.
473 · Jun 2014
Regret
Daan Jun 2014
I don't regret that I loved you,
that I kept trying, I do.
It is the time of breaking ties,
stop the telling of those lies.
I'll regret that.
The laughing when she saw a cat,
the looking down,
the pity,
the storytelling, enormously furious, yet careful eyes.
I'll miss you.
I'll regret it.
true love is nothing but a failure of your brain
She wants a man, not a little boy in pain
not a guy, bursting into tears, a lad surrounded by fears
She wanted confidence and safety,
things I couldn't give
with or without her
I will live.
It would be the latter if it didn't matter, but it does
I regret that.
Daan Dec 2016
Neighbour, best friends birthday,
so we went out to play
without inviting
biting
their arm and middle.

We went out for a climb
and we had a famous time
then his hand got stuck
we're both running out of luck

Friends broke up and they got off worse
it's like this week has been a curse.
She told me
she did not want to see
me or us together in the future.

I messed up my schedule
went in for just the facts
came back with a night stand
just one, while my friend almost lost his hand.

I feel absurd and unreal
I don't know how to pinpoint it exactly
the things that I now feel.
I wished things had gone differently
I'll miss all of you
all three.

Time to put the focus back on me.
Life is a string of disappointments
the way you deal with it
tells you who you are.
472 · Jan 2019
Klimaatverandering
Daan Jan 2019
Door van discussiëren en proberen
over te gaan op tieren en roepen,
chaotisch georganiseerde facebookgroepen,
die de straten en een ander mens onteren,
zullen we maar weinig bereiken.

Begrijp mij niet verkeerd, ik ben niet links
of rechts of tracht geen richting te ontwijken.
Het initiatief is alvast iets heel erg flinks.
Maar denk wat langer voor je spreekt,
zoek wat meer alvorens je de stilte breekt.

Gebrek aan kennis komt met de jaren,
is van alle tijden, ook ikzelf heb nog zeer veel te vergaren.
Inhoudelijk heb ik niet veel te bieden, make ik niet veel great
again. Maar van bovenaf, bovenal is er één ding dat ik zeker weet.
Op de man spelen, velen kan dat wel bekoren,
't is thans door op de bal te spelen dat je echt kan scoren.
Het interpersoonlijk klimaat is ook belangrijk.
471 · Jan 2013
And chance of coïncidence
Daan Jan 2013
When you hold on to that one girl you've met
in life and you thought you loved but not quite sure,
you forget everything else and it puzzles you if you let
it, you start to stop looking around for another thing so pure.

I have known that one thing, never ever so quite unsure it seemed.
what if I let, but not let it puzzle, no, let it go. Will I then finally be redeemed
not searching every moment for something that might be.
Will it then, at that very brief period of time, set me free?

That is all that I believed but never was anything defined
It's like everything and everyone just plays the role that is assigned.
471 · Jan 2014
Mightlessly omnipotent
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.
471 · Jun 2013
stuff
Daan Jun 2013
If spaghetti taught me anything,
it's that the sharpness of a spear is
directly proportional with it's
fragileness.

After learning,
you cook it
and
you eat it.
467 · Jan 2016
Scrabble
Daan Jan 2016
It's hard to get rid of your taste.
My heart is pounding, I feel warm inside
but my skin is cold and blood is waste.
You make my pupils wide.
I need a second on the side.
467 · Jan 2015
Repeat
Daan Jan 2015
Repeat me, keep the cycle going,
endlessly rowing up a waterfall
or when my mother feels the urge to call
all day and ramble on.

Rehearse, retry, redo, start over
and over, be gone, come back
and try again. When I'm gone
you'll miss the roaring sound
my belly makes, or our cats
when the dog mistakes the sound for food.

Laughing nor purring will make you feel
the same as I do.
465 · May 2014
I fell
Daan May 2014
Passing puddle after puddle,
chasing girls I'd love to cuddle.
But nothing is my option as
I walk past the growing grass.

The sun is blocked, the clouds feel
mighty as the supporting pillar
mightlessly tries, aborting his fighting squeal.
The stranger, the stayer, the stronger and stiller.

I worry a lot, for unpassed moments,
pages unreached. She says it's my fault.
In our stars it was written.
Now I feel cold, I guess I am smitten.

It started raining, feelings, cropped,
come out all at once, it finally stopped.
I am mortified by the choice I made.
It was wrong and I have to change.
464 · Jan 2017
Ibuprofen
Daan Jan 2017
This was yesterday,
this was punctuality,
this was all I had left to say,
projected insanity.

Numbed or overdosed,
this case is closed,
overwritten, surplus.
There never was a thing called us.

We got what we needed, nothing more,
we got what we deserved, a saddening bore.
Salty
464 · Apr 2017
Hidden
Daan Apr 2017
You were engulfed, in flower beds, by pink
clouds and wooly masses, dogs and fishes,
waiting for some game to load, I think.
This is ineffably, inexplicably daunting
how my mind harasses hours in some fade out mode.

I was manic, forged by panic in unhealthy
seas and waves. This thing we have, how it behaves,
is clueless, sightless, blind yet anything but fightless.
We aim to work for all we want,
I can't stop thinking, linking every action,
every contraction that has lead me to feel for you.

You were hidden, I was shortly ridden of the smell,
the hairy distractions, predicting how I ought to live.
Though you give me answers, I have no more questions
for every doubt is swept away.
Even when I play I can't be wrong, neither can you
in any thing we'd think we'd do.

We're always right and always winning,
don't forget, we're only just beginning.
Challings met pedro
463 · Aug 2014
A moo point
Daan Aug 2014
Over a thousand questions float.
But I'm too high-and-mighty
to search and ask for the light he
lost. I know some answers, quote:
"You are not who I thought you were,
a dissapointing wimp, not more than mere
explaining words around the bush."

Hush, my darling, why cry over
something you thought would be better too.
Be the bigger man, don't crawl back with what they would not
believe.
462 · Feb 2014
Eventually
Daan Feb 2014
They sat together, carefully, slowly caressing
this moment, temporary infinite, experienced blessing.
The grass was long and on moisty soil, they sat
together, staring in the distance, at eachother
and at the water, bouncing of the moons reflection
of a light no stronger than their love.
A beam, a ray from way and far above, reflected twice, and
once more in eachothers eyes. A blink too much,
an imperfection, adored some more, signs of affection.

His hands sliding across the surface, followed
by her grasping touch, afraid to be alone,
extased by being with one another. Until
the shattering of every single bone, they will
remember, briefly, with such passion. Every
single ember burns again.

Leaning on his shoulder, enjoying his smell.
Just simply looking, regarding facts, you can tell
everyone acts or wishes to, achieve this state.
Silently, breathing in your shapers air, releasing all,
the offers just to dare and make this happen.

Saying something, even your name, would be
too much, quietly masquering the blush, softly
giving in and opening up to your most desired sin.

They think the same, their love is parallelled.
They are both ahead, both too slow, both have
said and both do know. They both need to be held.

I lost my sense along with your attention,
lost my goal and did I mention, that you'll
regret the signs you did not send, regret
the decision, turning down a chance to blend
your strings with mine, attached, but ofcourse,
you did decline. I could have done more, you
should have done more. My feet are still sore
from walking, running, pacing, strolling, wandering, straying, browsing, playing, sprinting, squinting, flinching, failing, giving
up.

Collarbones are closest to my pain, fingers recreating
what is never to regain. Slowly turning, drifting, insane.
Realising that it's over, telling myself it's not, lying.
Stuttering b-be-because I, I'm crying, reading poems
to cry some more. Writing to keep away the bore.

Not a step was taken, though time'd have to be moved
to awaken and restart, recurring simple matters because
they meant the most. Love is not brought on silver platters,
it is deserved, in both ways, not in one.

She's gone for now, but she'll return, come back
sweetly just before the storm gets loose.
Before another storm sweeps me from your grip
connecting hip to lip and tongue to song and sing
and dance for this new chance.

If it's your glance or that of someone else, whose
turn it is to learn from how he sells, tells how
insecure I am and 'll always be. Finally,
set me free.
I'm afraid to be alone
I'm afraid I'll be alone, stay alone, be cut off of these imperfect perfections.
Assure me.

'You are trying to **** me, woman'
459 · Dec 2014
The harp player part two
Daan Dec 2014
Sometimes when you're sad
I can hear you sneak.
You return to what you had
and your peak is what you seek.

A tear slips, escapes and drips
on your wooden harp.
The pain is sharp and brown
like your eyebrows when you frown
even though you're wearing your fifth gown.

And you're back but lost.
You lost connection to what you were,
not who, because the change
was slightly saying that all
you did was playing to wash
away the loss.

The strings or lines could have been bars,
the accident caused wars
in your identity.
459 · Mar 2015
sheep
Daan Mar 2015
I've been folding rough
and unwilling paper,
trying to make it beautiful,
a figurine for above my fireplace,
one for all to be seen.

I've been colouring its skin
turning it into a trophy
I would want to win.
And put on my cupboard
next to glasses I've assembled.

But water made my trophy fall apart
and fire burnt it straight through the heart.
Don't shape others
when you are not in shape yourself.
455 · Jun 2014
The wrecked heart
Daan Jun 2014
I can't help but think
staring at the rink
when it comes that
it will never go, what
is life worth living,
lived only giving.

But i see it is my desire
like a bird on a wire
to repeat the past
longer does it last,
each time a little more,
a little deeper in the core
of my wrecked heart.
Put a new one in the cart.

Don't read in between,
take time for every line
until all is seen, mean,
let it sink and
understand
she will not be mine.
as if
452 · Feb 2015
Opinion
Daan Feb 2015
The household never did
listen, follow the rules, always
he never knew how to rid
himself of seedless prays
effort but useless days
in meaningless lives.
And his gods were almighty
allthough they never gave him the sight he
desperately needed.
He hoped his prayers finally were seeded.
I don't know who's predictable
and who's the puppet.
I guess it's up to those who fail to believe
to live a life, certain but full of grief.
451 · Jan 2015
My chair
Daan Jan 2015
I sat there, for ages it seemed
waiting for my punishment to end,
to be redeemed.

My torturer is only doing the job
she was given. She tries to send
forgiveness to the angry mob.
In heart a word has risen.

You may leave this wooden prison
if you promise you'll never sob
again when your king hits
his queen or when she is abused.

But I refused.
Now here I sits.
Children are like development in progress.
Harming the process harms the product.
450 · Apr 2015
Residu
Daan Apr 2015
In pairs, they're notes with perfect sound,
alone, they wander and look around.
When the relation begins and starts,
they lose their training wheels, supporting parts.
What's left is left alone.
What's achieved is now to hone.
The center of their circles is only a dot
in the next. A brick they do and I have not.
When I am what I don't have but need,
I have myself and greed.
I am left and left without you
like waste, like lonely residu.
448 · Dec 2014
Irreversible
Daan Dec 2014
The second chance to make
a first impression. After you fake
a heart attack, you dread
a real one, fearing what's been said.

The choice does not only cost
you time, to reconstruct, rebuild.
You can never make up for once fulfilled,
the other life, the time you lost.

Not all is random, but all else is.
The only thing you do control,
is the choice of which role
you play in what is bound to be.

After all it happens, in a loop, unending,
a spiral and you, your beliefs defending.
without effect
447 · Dec 2016
Meet me in the city
Daan Dec 2016
Back for another semester
you can rest your
head on my shoulder
and smoulder me with laughs

I studied graphs
and figures.
Hid my soul inside these lines
as I did with yours.

If I can hold it out till then
past plenty of forgotten matter,
I'll pat time on the back and say
there's enough left of you to play.
445 · Dec 2013
sidestory
Daan Dec 2013
This is my little sidestory, besides
I am a ******, a *****, one who
thinks he will be loved but rides
a train of lies. What can he do

but be himself, knowing he'll never
make top shelf, half of his days
he spends thinking of different ways
to change, to go on with enough pride.

Quit while I'm ahead, stop with all
my confidence and walk away, so clever,
without shame. Things never fall
so hard off the bottom shelf. He died

yesterday, made place for a better man,
the main story is more than just a plan.
I don't know what would happen if people knew who I really was.
Some people do, they're important, I want more people to be that important.
But I am ashamed
443 · Apr 2014
Corrupted lands
Daan Apr 2014
Dogs start barking, whistling strangers,
passed, tell me that my time has come,
however young I was or fast it went numb.
Horses all over are tied to their mangers.

Two men escorting an other, grabbing
his neck-piece, rapidly and furious. Run
before the dark is here, run from stabbing
criminals and switchblades or a harmless gun.

The mist has found its way and clouds
have no secrets for this place. Droplets of
glorious rain make paces lower and a dove
hide. Some higher some fly in massive crowds.

The growth cannot be contained or laid still.
I'm held here, in a dark depression, against my will.
So very much against my will.
I am not strong enough to survive these storms.
Daan Mar 2013
A smile, eyes
meeting eachother
not for the first time

Expressing a feeling
Nobody even comes
close to describing

when only one of
both pairs is really
serious about it

just words, said
to be funny
making her laugh

not the right kind
of laughing, not the
kind I'm craving for

Now that's really
funny
442 · Jun 2014
Draw the line
Daan Jun 2014
Potential left to waste
I don't want copy paste
I'll draw the lines myself
too bad I never learned,
not afraid to be concerned,
never have I been.

But when the bubble bursts,
the new one blown will never be the same.
I hate the players, not the game.
I scrolled back, it helped.
CT from a certain 'date' on
441 · Mar 2014
clinomania
Daan Mar 2014
Rejected, if not misunderstood,
these girls do me no good,
in groups in pairs, no one cares,
they're pretty, that's enough.

Relatively speaking, the floors
are squeaking in this house of
lies. She stands so close to me,
she's looking, I cannot respond

She seemed not very fond of
who I was and what I said, but
signals are mixed and misinterpreted

by both, or not, it is the fact not knowing
that ruins this situation, overshadowing.
441 · Dec 2016
Des femmes infideles
Daan Dec 2016
I've been here before, again
this was not my plan.
They never intend to stay that long
I'd compare them to an artsy little short song.
All along the music
right down from the start
you're dreading for the pending ending.
et les oiseoux assassines
441 · Feb 2014
all teared up
Daan Feb 2014
Why should I keep writing, when
there is no one to write for.
All that I have written, made me
less attractive, made me hopeless

Chanceless, I feel so stupid, sad
and mistaken, does nobody
not a single girl, think I'm cute enough
to help me out of this sightless hole

Tell me I'm not useless, tell me there is
someone out there, tell me it's you.

I'd write about you, for you, with you, metaphores come automatically
Words arrange themselves when you bring them to me.
It's not necessary to like my writings, just be flattered that I'd do it for you.

Isn't that what really counts, counting the days till I see you
meet you, recognizing, each other, missing piece, long lost feelings
rejoined.

Join me in my journey, escape the nets of fishers, escape the cages of the zoo
escape the reservoirs. Together we could be unique creatures. Loved and hated
Adored, adore me like a cold sundae on a hot sunday.
just let me sleep, please
440 · Jun 2014
Specific pain
Daan Jun 2014
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.
440 · Jan 2014
obsession overload
Daan Jan 2014
I wish we could make up some rules
together and break them. I would love
detention if you were here, but now
it's just your image, projected by my

overthinking mind. Being casual is how
it should be done, but I am not aware of
how I act. In fact I can't even tell by
descriptions told to help me. I'm school's

hopeless romantic, caught in a movie,
unknowing how to act. Everyone's got
their lines and signs and every move he
has to make. I don't even know the plot.

If anything goes wrong I'll just run away.
Then this is not my film and I don't have to stay.
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