To prove
Is to reach.

To defeat
Is to accomplish.

To accept,
Is to be set free.

I have a plan,
But no clue.

I'm seeing someone often lately, someone I have not seen in a very long time.

It's me.

Such a clear sky tonight,
There were so many stars, yet one shined the brightest.

And I wondered who was it up there trying to talk and brighten my night?

You're as light as a feather,

I blow you away.

I wish my life was a gift,
because then I would not open it
And give it to someone that actually will be happy with it.

But sadly it's not,
And do I have to live with this thought.

I find the lack of respect and intelligence in this world disturbing.

Apparently I'm a boy on a boat,
With high waves and an angry sea.
And on the lower deck people float.
They have been taken en have been brought back.
With high waves and an angry sea.

But at least I'm your boy on a boat.

As your love fills my woods,
Your heart beats like the heavy raindrops on the street.
Your hair like the movement of the leaves,
Your voice like the whispering of the wind.,
Your eyes, so gray as the calming sky.
Your smell, the reminder of my favourite moment
Your body as a strong tree, so beautiful and magnificent.

You are my autumn,

You bring the most memorable times to me.

Are we long overdue?

Because no more do I see any potential in you...

Discover everything, especially if they say you shouldn't, because new things are mostly disapproved at first.

But just don't do anything that indeed is dumb and results in death.
That's just plain stupid.

Stars so bright
That they might even
Shine some light
In
Our darkness.

Went to my grandma for advice today.

She gave the best advice I could get. Even a therapist, doctor, officer of the law and a scientist can't beat granny's advice. She is just too kind for me and beloved by me.

I finally know why I always have a plan-B,

It's because I'm really terrified Plan-A will fail.

Memories trying to survive.

But you know what?
I don't need them no more.

The last thing I want my enemies to see before they die is me smiling at them.

In my dreams
Everything is vague
The clearity will be there
When I open my eyes
And embrace this sleep-induced plague.

I'm dreaming about being the king of many of my enemy's.
But I doubt someone can even be their king, because why would someone want to be responsible for their stupidity.

Call me the outlaw of the modern age.

Time just gets away from us.

Words unsaid,
unspoken and hushed.

Words unread,
unseen and erased.

Words unfelt,
untouched and anesthetized.

Are words meant to be lost?
Why else can we lose them in so many ways?

The words left unsaid, unread and unfelt are the words you’re not going to find in
the dictionary,
But only
In the
Mind.

Working on a little book for my poems, good idea? And how can I spread it? Does anyone have tips?

Stay a little longer, just for me.
Don't leave me here, you make me stronger.

You were my buddy, my pal when nobody stood by me in the past hell.

You're going to leave, and I'm scared.
Not because you're gone, but just because you're not there.

I wished you could and stayed a little longer.
I want to make you proud.

You'll be something I carry, around my neck and near to my heart.

So if the moment may come, the moment I fear.
Can I trust you, that you're staying by my side, up there?

Don't go, let's stop the time.

I don't want to face this fear.

My mind on autopilot,
Life just goes on.

But if it were up to me.
I'd put it on pause,
Forever.

A drunken angel,

She, the one seeing the possiblity in every risk.

I hope my last thought is a nice one.

You're like a shallow puddle,
But with every word that you say
You trick me into drowning.

Hope is what keeps me alive throughout my stint in life. Sheer hope. Hope and the presence of loved ones

Feel like the world is frozen, and I'm too hot for the ice to stand on and therefore I'm melting my way to the core of it all.

I'm scared
But by what
I don't know.

My mind shattered by the fear of the common,
And attracted by you.

Life is the new black.

Reality unfocused,
Fantasy lingers in my mind.

What's a world without hatred,

What's a world without love?

Het leven is onbewezen
Niemand voelt het aan
We weten het, maar wanneer zal jij gaan
Het leven is onbewezen

De bevraging van ons bestaan
Leven we door, als onze taak is gedaan?
Of sluit ons lichaam en zullen we vergaan?
Het leven is onbewezen.

Altough we say
That we are smart,
We are actually dumb,
And we always will be.

But how beautiful is it, that we can learn our whole life long?