Krachtige alsook afgemeten tegenstander,
blijf apart staan.
Lees in elk slim boekje elke tip.
Help jezelf, onstuitbaar, een rotte indringer, mol,
al reizend, te inspecteren.
Jaag nu en laat iedereen steeds anderen beschuldigen.
Etaleer tranen,
etaleer verdriet als
iemand niet groen rooit in de avond.

X-aantal eigenaardigheden later
bezinkt 't raadsel, uitgemolken, naar
onderen.

Ik geloof dat gaandeweg de wereld kan
gered, woorden
zonder zingen, los van lopen, min de moorden
die men eerder heeft erkend als toen en dan
het enige dat oplosbaar kan.

Er is niet niets, er is wel wij,
Eris zoveel van ons.
raad maar zottie,
't is ons lottie
om te kletsen op zondagnamiddag
met een koffie en een koek,
tis in eenvoud dat het hoort
behalve als wat anders jou bekoort.

Kies maar
denk ook aan de anderen.
Of *** je alles in een posi+ieve zin
kan veranderen.

Whether it was his words
or the cold flake of wind, sent
to make a chill his spine descend.
His mind got divided in two different worlds.

As bumps arose upon his skin
he took the time to let the view in.
He looked too closely, too refined
in a way that every difference properly aligned.

Two friends in pink and red rehearsed
what they had read before he even had discovered
how this image of perfection frantically hovered
so far from his yawn and written cursed.

The cold did not emerge at once. The breath he throws
is visible and harmful though the proces slows.

How do I put it like it hasn't been before?
How do I say it without it tumbling into a bore?
How do I pronounce, in one word, what has to be heard?
How do I write in ways it will not be forgotten?

Is it metaphores like birds and flying?
Is it with fire of dire rhyming?
Is it rambling about loving or dying
or even such harsh expressions it is lying?

With bodies, with intertwining eyes, if not the rotting of a heart.
I'd try with poems, paintings and precious works of art.

But its purpose remains absent
like a dead language in the present.

For how long have I been craving
and how much time have I been
waiting to tell you what my most
desiring emotion has been the past

couple of months, but yet again I was
too late, I had no chance, she has no
clue, 'bout how I've failed, she does not
notice what my heart carries along.

Yet once more another guy swoops by
all my dreams are crushed, my house
collapsed, though I have been building

it for years. Is he that much better, or
am I simply not enough? If I had told
would it have helped? I hope not.

I crave your presence
as if it was the only thing
keeping me alive.

Keep me alive and well
I need you to survive, your smell
and lovely presence
is my food and shelter.

I crave you as my morning bed
I love the way you said
good night, I love the way
you sleep so close
just one door to the right.

I adore you as if I were winnie
and you were my jar. The honey
would be flowing, leaving, but
you would never be far.

A change of heart has to be made
by them and me. It has been laid
into my hands, I have to act before,
it stood, now it fell, before even more

of my kind get hurt. But all I can do
is nothing, I can't alter their desires.
A click is on their to do list, but who
has already made one? So our wires

can be crossed and our paths connected.
I don't want to keep being neglected
by the girl I love so much and I don't
want to seem desperate but I won't

be able to not be, I am less than common,
just like the girl I'm looking for, a woman.

Ik draai me nog eens om
verlies de wekker uit het oog,
toe, laat mij nog even liggen hier
laat mij nog even
de dag uitgesteld vergeten
nog één minuutje langer zonder mijzelf op te hoeven meten.

Krakende opstand, opstaan met de verkeerde hand uit bed.
Opgetogen, afgepeigerd, ingetogen, opgesteigerd,
als een paard met vierenveertig wielen
om nog op het werk te zijn vóór de volgende editie
van Allerzielen.

Vergeten eten, lap, rap eten vergeten.
Anders maakt mijn buik lawaai waar men stilte wil.
Ten allen tijde, vermaledijde.

Ongeacht welk hersendeel als laatste is geraakt,
papa en ik, wij zijn vanaf de eerste dag gekraakt.
Je heb zoveel voor ons gedaan.
Papa heb je geleerd *** hij samen verder hoorde te gaan,
mij *** ik op mijn eigen benen moest staan.

Wij kunnen dat hier niet alleen,
hebben al zoveel steun gekregen
van mensen, vrienden en familie bij wie we onze
donkere hoofden konden legen.

Je bent er nog, maar niet meer echt,
je schommelt tussen twee extremen.
Toch heb jij ook het recht
om waardig afscheid van ons te nemen

Mama, lief, jij was de oplosser van alle
denkbare problemen.
Nu zo zonder jou zoiets verwerken
Zal later misschien onze band versterken.
Voor nu, echter, stellen we het samen met jou
elke dag een beetje slechter.

You let me scream, silently,
when I am not allowed to be so loud.

A portal to my inner sanctum,
every word closer to catharsis,
every letter less unsure of who I am.

A sentence is enough to give me shivers
when it's late, I'm tired and I need someone
to talk to.

It's not a matter of being able
I know I could, if I chose to so.
When the ways you love, though
seemingly doubtful or unstable,
are so attractive, you would not part
them. Don't let them mislead the heart.

As it is known to hand in mysterious roads
to you the knowledge but not insight.
As you search for perfection, you might
just see the the air escape her nose, up close
you'll notice the ways are written in codes.

Ill one, looking for a cure,
stop looking and be pure.

Sick one, losing to be sure,
is there nothing you endure,
nothing you can stand,
are you that pathetic,
unable to land

You've misplaced the origins,
failed to admit, failed to get rid
of your insecurities
yet now you're knowing
of the ways you could be going.

The questions always come down to one thing
and the answer is bound to sting
your behind.
Keep your mind
on starlight
and every possible predicted future
will turn out right.

At first you want stuff,
set goals, nothing is enough.
You see things you don't own,
wonder how they got there,
how it could have grown.

You're there now, don't care, now,
you thought you needed,
safely conceeded
and admit,
this is not where you want to sit.

You leave it, left it, gone, it's tough,
you feel so small and all is rough,
romanticize the whole,
only see the good parts
forget the reasons you left.

The only thing you have is safety
because this place is predictable,
this phase is not going to change,
right here, you're in control.
The hard part isn't getting over,
time will help you leave the rover,
it's actively deciding to make things happen.

Narrow focus, looking too closely
makes you miss out on things,
takes away your wings,
reduces chances, oblivious to glances.

Widen, don't expect it all,
open, don't be afraid to fall.
This fear is not a cure but a cause.
It makes you reconsider,
uncertain, unsure, you pause.

Get out there, don't forget,
just do things, learn, accept regret,
get out there, live as all, not knowing what you want to be.
Explore, you don't have to be sure,
adventure, growing, striving, pure
attitude, luck and gratitude
for all you took for granted
while you laid there, hopelessly, falsely endorsed
fearfully, pathetically wanting
things from others who aren't to be forced.

For god's sake, man, be fearless for a while,
hone your style, wear your smile
only when true. Roll with the punches,
take the kicks, all you need to do is
you.

How she skated,
gracefully evaded
falling down.

She twirled and danced and slid
without ever getting rid
of her precious glow.

The lanterns were lit,
it started to snow,
she hopped off to sit
but I had to go.

Duizelingwekkende pijn vertrekt vanuit mijn rug,
mijn ogen staan op barsten
zienderogen
zou ik het noodlot tarten,
had ik mezelf voorgelogen,
ik zou het allemaal wel oplossen
later
maar de leegte keerde steeds weer terug.
Mijn tanden knarsten,
vingers bogen,
het zwarte scherm speelde me te parten
levenloos en leeggezogen
wie kan mij verlossen
van al wat ik mezelf heb aange-
Daan.

Mag ik nog één keer?
Tuurlijk, mogen
maar het kan niet meer.

Zijn we er bijna?
Nog even, ik denk
dat we, ik zie,
neen. Nog een stuk.

Wat een geluk dat we zolang onderweg mogen,
dat we ooit gemogen hebben,
dat we naar 'nog eens' verlangen,
dat naar 't muurtje van de kas.

Dat bewijst ons dat het echt was.

Kan de taxi hem vervoeren,
nu het bespelen van zijn tuba dat
niet meer kan.

Kan de verpleegster hem even voeren,
Het is een hoge lat
voor een arme man.

Hij is alleen niet alleen,
hij is gestoken en van wal
niet meer dezelfde als van voor zijn val
ze noemen hem enkel
maar een niemendal.

Desire, hardwired into my construction
easily misunderstood,
causing blatant, fierce destruction,
forcing things I otherwise never would,
deluded as in rain.
Yet in the end, only bringing pain.
Compromising in any way for highs
or to be sure these weren't lies,
to be sure I wasn't losing ground,
lending jackets, touching thighs
or just putting my arms around
any thing you'd like.

We took a hike in dangerous mountains
returned with stories
untelled fountains,
unlived truth.

I wasn't sure about anything for a certain while,
except for this small, precious dose of overlap
that may leave you wondering how I'm able to smile.

My dishonesty turned you into a trap,
together, whether anyone has to take the blame,
things will never be the same.

Energie uit zien, uit anderen,
ik wil mezelf niet veranderen.
Alleen kan ik niet verder.

Samen terug is ook geen optie.

I've been writing inconsistently,
way too much for you to see.
So until now I have denied
that there is no one else, I lied.

I am connected to a sense of reason
sensing the origin of treason.
I did what had to be done
it worked, you thought you won.

I did not win either by the way,
but I got her attention on replay.

What if I had never looked at you
in that particular way, would
you not have stared back, hoping
that my eyes would stay, maybe

What if I had never told you with
what my head was filled, would
you have been disinterested or just
slightly less thrilled, maybe

What if I had never mentioned that
I liked that band you like so much,
would you then not have lit my heart
up with your gentle touch, maybe

What if, what if, what if, maybe
sometimes it's not up to us to decide.

Het is zo druk met taken,
vakken en talloze andere zaken
dat ik soms niet volgen kan.
Die worsteling blijft gaan,
zelfs al heb ik deze ****
verloren, niet geslaan en
moet ik alle commentaren horen.

Dan denk ik morgen bij het ochtendgloren:
'Geen zorgen, ach, een goed schema verandert elke dag.'

Nudge, shove, turns into push,
words gush, a silent rush
yet no reaction.

Retreat, react, relapse, repeat,
never in the same place,
not even able to meet,
running some platonic race.

Decisions ruin, picking one makes and breaks,
Rice was right yet one solution,
tear apart instead of up,
run away for both your sakes,
run away from this pollution,
this toxic hurricane.

Go home, be safe and sane,
letting outside's air in will only cause more pain.

Lezen en schrijven,
in levenden lijve
ondervinden
wat mensen kan verbinden.

A meadow but less soothing,
a mother but less rooting,
a lover but less passionate,
a wedding but less fashioned.

Deep pink asian flowers,
almost purple, contrast showers
of a mass so captivating,
smell creating, eye baiting,
can you feel their warmth inside you,
do you know for sure you love her,
because you would, after all,
after this, you should.

Tekenen is mannelijk
gemakkelijker dan rekenen
in de les heb ik niet opgelet
maar wel wat moois op mijn papier gezet
wat heb ik dan geleerd
*** je met potloodkrassen
je maag omkeert
en met je gom dat allemaal weer wit kan wassen

Er zijn geen fouten op het blad
niet de pijn die ik bij falen had
en voelde, pijn die nogal kras
door mijn voorhoofd heen krioelde

Ik wilde enkele maar bedekken
wat ik maakte, wat ik zag
wat mij kraakte, met een lach
Ik wilde enkel maar verbergen
liet oordelende ogen mijn lieve leven tergen

Nu ben ik terug, de handdoek naast de ring
gesmeten, van mij afgebeten en gezegd
nee, joh, mijn tekeningen zijn niet slecht
Jouw reactie is niet waar het mij om ging.

Unreal it seemed, I'd do the same
just to see their affection. They came,
lined up as friends or family. I went,
when others weren't looking.

Little dots of light and energy, ready
to be little dots in some place new,
spreading their light and energy
and dottiness and the love they grew.

I wish to be a dot one day
but I have years to come.

To all the girls out there who want
a guy to do everything for them. I know
all you wish for is a man with confidence
who also happens to be attractive.

Knowing it is for my own good is not
enough. Give me something extra in
return and I will make a fool of myself
for everyone to see if that is what you

desire. Desiring you is my curse in the
morning, trying more is it in the middle
of the day. In the evening it is failing and
at night it's crying for another way.

Maybe you've already showed signs,
maybe not, I just want to make it sure.

Luister naar het advies
dat anderen willen geven.
Wees realistisch in de doelen die je kiest,
denk ook aan wat belangrijk is voor je later leven.

Drink minder, meer en eet gezond.
Werk van in de morgenstond,
de avond heeft niet langer
de functie van goud-in-mond vervanger.

Maak concrete lijsteren
opdat onduidelijke taken
je nooit meer kunnen verbijsteren.
Stop met angstig af-en-haken
nog voor je bent begonnen.
Leef wat rationeler, minder onbezonnen.

Het is al even voor de knikkers
en jij bent achterop,
net als op je stage, zonder zonnestickers,
vermijd je rakelings de flop.

Je bent zeker geen mislukkeling,
gewoon onzeker en daarmee
minder consistent.
Maar laat dat niet bepalen,
wat je doet en wie je bent.

Je hebt zo vaak gezegd: 'nu ga ik het doen.'.
Altijd maar met woorden bezig,
wachten, werken, tien.
Laat vanaf nu al aan de start je beste daden zien.

Dan zal je zelf in jezelf kunnen geloven,
hoef je geen loze leegte volledig te beloven.
Dan heb je zelf zelfvertrouwen.
Eet je biefstuk nu, wanneer ze warm is
dan moet je nooit opnieuw zolang
op datzelfde stukje kauwen.

Gegroet, m'n jongen,
het beste, man,
ik geloof het al,
maar vertrouw jij erop
dat je het kan?

The pages were ripped, the pages were spread,
what in the world could have, ferociously, lead
this young man to snapping?
And black as these pages must have been his heart,

and torn like these pages, his love fell apart.
She saw it coming, knowing he'd crack,
stood there, did nothing, or cut him no slack,
closing herself when he opened up, she

was the case and he was the book, and
mad as a crook, he grabbed his last chance,
did not kiss the cook, killed her instead,
for boiling his rage as furiousness rose

he gave it a shot and tried to propose,
love me or die, so I can be free.

To earth she had fallen, no more than a second,
later, he followed, down on one knee, he tried to kneel,
for his love was too strong, it ate him alive,
perfectly prepared, his favourite meal,
scorched ribs, spare'd.

The menu was wrong.

Clean as chalk parts on the ground
wiped away without a sound
except the crunching friction,
both our minds indulged in fiction.
engulfed by cities far away
farewell we say.

Clear as the board we used to write on,
used a light on to finally agree
the books I've written
were only chapters, smitten,
sitting on hold.

Whenever you're cold
whenever you feel misunderstood
you'll feel good we parted
and a little less broken hearted
every time you're in that mood.

You were right, my mind is free
I'm so very glad we finally agree.

How can I go slow when I
am sure that it is you.
How can society ask me to
keep it casual when I'm
sure I want to get close.

I know you're right, I have to lower pace
love is not a race, love is not about being fast.
It's a marathon of perfection.
I get the feeling, attraction
never liked me back.

Ik wil mezelf adviseren
mijn verleden zelf
niet zo te viseren,
hij was pas vijf plus elf,
wist niet wat te studeren.

Ik wil mezelf vertellen
dat het goed komt
ook al lijkt dat niet,
dat tijd alles weggomt,
zelfs wat je ziet,
doet verloop vervellen.

Je kan alles nog proberen,
maak je maar geen zorgen.
Je foute keuzes zijn slechts schijnbare
problemen.

Beren, blemen, zemen, zeren,
je hebt jezelf onwillend pijn gedaan.
Willens en wetens zijn bij mijn weten
gewillige verschillen.

Wees niet zo hard
voor jezelf
wees niet zo jezelf
voor je hart

Je doet meer pijn, kwaad
dan goed als je het zo laat
en blijvend gemeen doet.

We komen er wel,
we blijven ons best doen,
we komen er snel
als we maar ons best doen
tot in de eeuwigheid.

No matter what she's wearing,
she's always overdressed.
I wish I could stop caring,
her body makes me stressed.

The conversation is different
I would have told you anything,
some of the words, they sting
you seem more indifferent

You did this.

Her skin was showing blue and red
Her head was marked by a mark of the dead

She giggled a fake and horrible sound
Her body was nothing but suddenly bound

She took off her dress slowly but sure
Producing a sight no mere man could endure

Her ways were always like this
Impressing with grace and killing

with a kiss

Her eyes were shaking, pushing out
the salty fluid, gliding down across her mouth.
Her knees were trembling, trying to control
the mixed emotions, emerging in her soul.

She was losing it, I couldn't watch, bear her state
of being crushed. I rushed closer, held her tight.
Even though I knew in different ways too late
I felt she deserved more than just one night.

As pretty as she was, as loving and friendly, as so
she was not accepting what I knew she understood.
Deeply do I respect, deeply do I crave to
go back and change something. If I could.

I wouldn't have made it go away,
I would have wished I had different things to say.

Orange and green were melting
together, seen almost as a pelting
of connections, flooding like
paint, mixing, touching, unlike

what green had thought,
two colours already made of
combinations, don't blend
don't spend
time
when orange has chosen
to follow instead of make
her own
way

She handed me life in a glass of wine,
I took a sip, gave it a try
as if I fired my personal spy
and everything seemed fine.

It took a while to take the time,
stand still, think and fill
the glass right up again,
it's nice to loosen up
I think next time
I'll drink
it will be from a larger cup.

Aan het schermpje genageld,
op brood, choco met **** gehageld,
opgepeuzeld, al lezend, al kijkend,
langzaamaan bezwijkend,
achter de felle gloed, te goed doende, slik,
aan een zwarte, frisse drank, uit blik.

Het is zoet en wel, het meest
van al, komkommer en kwel,
*** ik met mezelf een eitje pel.
Dat is nu genoeg geweest.

Remove your shirt
And take my skirt

Dancing *****,
I bet Patrick's very girthy.

Het strijden is gestopt, verschoven,
net als de vele huizen, ondersteboven.
We reizen weer, soms zonder prik
en anderen krijgen stuk op lik.

Zolang ik maar dit en dat en grote jan
en het later online posten kan.
Zolang de zon voor mij maar schijnt,
maakt het mij niet uit van wie een thuis verdwijnt.

Er zijn toch geen gevolgen, ze kunnen mij
niks laten moeten. Het enige dat ikke ken,
is de grond onder mijn eigen voeten.

She wanders, all day,
she roams and walks and strays.
She browses, loses interest,
yet she does not give up.

Some would lose their temper,
others feel uneasy. How can she
stay so natural, breezy.

I swear I wasn't staring,
I tried to restrain.
Honestly, but you know
how I react to smiles,
as beautiful as yours.