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

What?
When?
Why?
Where?
How?
Really?
Sure?
Who?

My mind on autopilot,
Life just goes on.

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

Paint it, black.

Now I get the song.

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.

I have a plan,
But no clue.

I was still thinking about my past,

While she was already talking about the future.

There was a man with Corona,
And he walked through Barcelona.
When he coughed and sneezed
people stared displeased
At that pitiful man with Corona.

Enjoy your dreams, reality is cruel enough.

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.

Took a little trip down the garden of Eden

And it had the best fruit I've ever tasted.

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.

A drunken angel,

She, the one seeing the possiblity in every risk.

Even your
Brain needs
Cleaning once in a
While,
Because the bad memories will
Always shine,
While the best are left in
Dust.
But sometimes
My vacuum cleaner
Breaks down.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Reality unfocused,
Fantasy lingers in my mind.

Life is the new black.

They lied to me.
Some people therefore died for me.
All because of
Your fooling eyes.

My hands are tied,
And there's nothing I have not tried
Oh why do they control me
Your fooling eyes.

My trust became bona fide
My hate so unjustified
Oh why did you enter my mind,
All because of
Your fooling eyes.

I feel so horrified,
Terrified,
And somehow satisfied,
By this continuous thought
of

The eyes of suicide.

Is love the fuel of our hearts?
Because maybe we should switch fuel.
Because our hearts are polluted.

Your words are like the tail of a scorpion,
Your deeds like the fangs of a snake,
Your touch like the sting of a bullet ant,
Your presence like being surrounded by hellfire.

You're satan's little helper.

If I were a garbage man, then I had had a reason to pick you up again.

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

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 don't have faith in myself, so I put mine in IT (whatever that may be). I just don't want to give myself the honor of being proud, because I shouldn't be.
I'm worthless

So I'll just give the honor to fate.

Your weakness feeds my strength.

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?

Life got me high,
Life got me low.
But when I dream, I fly.

And wheter I'm flying high or low,
I'll still be flying.
Because in my dreams,
I am in control.

So I never tend to miss a night, and so a dream.

Cause I don't want to lose control.

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

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'd do everything for you,
I'd give my life.

I want everything for you,
I want you to be happy.

I like everyting about you,
I like that you're mine.

I have to say,

I love you.

Now, later and forever.

A simple word was all what needed. The rest followed up like a chain reaction.

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'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.

Before I went to bed I drank a glas of lemonade
To make my bad dreams go away
Sadly it didn't seem to work as my dreams turned into a very unpleasant charade.

What's a world without hatred,

What's a world without love?

Just a little poet
Who's always afraid to
Show it.

But then I met you.