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Jude 5d
Now that I have entered
  a new kind of wilderness,
the road I told myself to follow
  is no longer made out of bricks.

butterflies can’t be trusted,
nor can the whispering ghosts or
beaming Lampyridae that keep me company.

Soaked and lonely
I lie underneath the chattering leaves.
The branches stroking my hair
while I grow underneath the trees.

And as i call for an echo,
the jungle howls back.
I watched the documentary “A New kind of Wilderness” which inspired me to write something about growing up and leaving known soil behind.
Jude Dec 2024
Dandelion,
The rustling of your hair makes me dream about trees.
You breathe the warm summer air that lounges shyly as April comes to an end.
I swallow your words and they nest inside my belly.
I grow your thoughts;
they’ll flower
and I’ll sing.
We will meet each other on the edge of
cast sunlight
and its shadows.
Accidentely deleted the previous version of ‘Dandelion’ so I had to translate it from the original again.. always gonna save drafts from now on.
Jude Dec 2024
I have been robbed,
  was not prepared,
When you appeared from the opposite side
   and entered upon the battlefield.

I had weapons nor experience,
You had grace and bravery
                like you always did.

And now,
  after piercing my chest with your spear,
you leave me,
abandon me,
Collapsed and alone in the desert.
Jude Dec 2024
You’re floating through it all, not thinking in the least
about the days,
     running and expanding their borders,
     blurring the patchwork of land where no water flows.
It’s near;
You can see yourself mirrored
                                     in the pool.
That’s how close you are,
   Brushing the surface between the monochrome
and technicolor.
Missing what has never been.
Jude Dec 2024
At the end of the day
I sit lonely and expect
   that I will fall asleep artlessly.
But there is nothing
as desolate like December.
     nothing
     as unsetteling like frost, biting its way
into my lungs.
Original in Dutch
Jude Dec 2024
Like the moon
     you pull me towards
         but too soon
  you push me away.
We never touch, but
      -like ebb and flow-
         I am forever entangled with you.
Original in Dutch
Jude Dec 2024
On a scale from one to the edge
I can feel my body slowly leaning over,
  sink down
  slide off the rocks.
And the sky has never felt so cold and unforgiving.

As my body catches the dust
      it drags along my breath stubbornly,
And the stars have never looked so distant.
Original in Dutch
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