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David Rombouts Feb 2015
We hear it from our teachers, neighbors, friends;
Be cautious when swimming in the deep ends.
You could lose your sense of self,
And drown in the surrounding hurricane.

The urge is too great, the thrill so compelling
We’re drawn so close; the feeling keeps dwelling.
No matter how many times somebody says,
“You’re a fool to stay in the water.”

So we keep on swimming, in search of the perfect match,
Only to end up repairing yet another patch.
There isn’t much room left on the boat,
Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop us from targeting another fish.

It’s so unfair though, we don’t realize--
The harm within the victim which we fertilize.
It isn’t until the day that follows the tsunami
That we acknowledge we aren’t fish…
We are fishermen and women.
We cast our lines capturing countless casualties.
Luring them into a fatal trap.
The hook stings the prey,
Leaving us appear as bloodthirsty sharks.
The string is so durable, so magnetic.
Why can’t I just give in?

-David Rombouts-
Love strikes a nerve in all of us in some way or another.
David Rombouts Jan 2015
Seeing the year come to an end
I’m coming to see a slight bend
Not just in the way I talk
But also in the way I walk

They say your actions speak louder
Than your words—they fade to powder
You can say all you want, whenever
But it won’t remain for-ever

I’ve come to view the final conclusion
That the recent past has been a delusion
I know what I must do to change
Looking across the vast range

It’s time to take into consideration
The aftermath of mass obliteration
Building a new strategy, gradually
Even if I have to do so manually

Twenty fourteen has come and passed
I just knew it wouldn't last
Twas once so shiny and glimmering
Now my thought sessions are differing

I have now become older and wiser
Or at least obtained an equalizer
My time on earth is simply amazing
And I shall continue on with my gazing

Whether change truly occurs
Solemnly relies on what transfers
Tis my choice to what comes of it
And if I decide to just forget…
All of the bad
All of the sad
All of the blue
All of the boo
Perhaps I will change for the better…

-David Rombouts-
New Year thoughts.
We often seek answers
To questions
Which should have never been asked
Ever since Eve ate the apple
The world has been
With whats seen as knowledge
And the curse of Pandoras box
Unleashed upon the world
A ravishing hunger
To capture questions
That as ignorant humans
We should never control
What we call intellect
Is an overzealous need for power
And we mistake knowledge
For answers to the mundane
Life would be so much simpler
If curiosity wained
And we never
Began asking unnecessary questions
In the first place
We never ask the right questions.
  Jan 2015 David Rombouts
Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I ****** my *** in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
  Jan 2015 David Rombouts
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
David Rombouts Jan 2015
I am lost, and in a way where it seems as if nobody, no not even myself can find me. As if trapped inside of Waldo’s body, I seem to be striped left and right with endless wonder about how exactly I came to such a state. Not knowing how or even when it all started, I happen to be stuck in my own labyrinth of a maze. My mind trailing on endlessly, looking, searching for any and all clues, but like a virus, everything of sanity had been dropped along the way. It all just vanished! If being completely lost was a form of art, I’d be the founder of the movement, which would proceed not to be called expressionism nor surrealism, but more likely known as Davidism. In some way I managed to confuse myself, the ultimate da Vinci Code! Which tunnel to take now is all a matter of eenie-meenie-miney-mo, and to come out the other end with total understanding seems absolutely impossible right now! I am lost, and I don’t trust anyone to find me…
A dramatic monologue mimicking the thought process we all encounter eventually.
David Rombouts Dec 2014
Do you ever come across that feeling of melancholy?
When you’re going too fast on that midnight trolley
Your head starts spinning in unfamiliar directions
While you’re left there, looking for defections

Do you ever feel like you aren't enough?
Everyone thinks it’s all a big bluff
But deep down inside you know it’s true
The whole world around you starts to turn blue

Do you ever feel that obligation?
When in school you want certification
Gaining the card that classifies you as
That one guy who is cooler than jazz

Do you ever feel pressured to fall?
Into a love in which you can’t call
A pointless relation clouds your mind
Pushing you farther from what you might find

Do you ever feel like you try too hard?
To fit into a jigsaw, but instead bombard
Looking for a clique that suits you best
Coming to feel like you’re better than the rest

Do you ever feel like you can’t be found?
Lost inside your own impound
Deceived by self-inflicting thought
You continue to feel even more distraught

Do you ever just want to run away?
Leave behind your past and go astray
Forget the life you lived at home
And elsewhere discover a new throne

Do you ever feel like life is a game?
A game in which you can’t come to claim
The honorable title as the winner
Settling down for the same old dinner

Do you ever wonder if you’re treated unfair?
You live thinking that you cannot bear
The dreadful thought of being singled out
Making you want to scream and shout

Do you ever feel like nobody understands?
Like you’re the only one stuck within the strands
Trapped inside an ignorant state of mind
Only to come all this way and find…
That you were wrong all along
It was all just a mixed up song
These steps you take throughout high school
Turn you into some kind of rotten fool

One day you will come to see
That it was all part of the journey
You’ll take it in and walk down your path
Knowing that the worst of the wrath—
Is over…

-David Rombouts-
This poem portrays a visualization of the mindset I have as a high school student. Surely you can relate...
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