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Y no estoy
diciendo
que las cosas
van a
Ir mal
entre
nosotros,
pero si
algo llegara
a pasar
me encantaria
estar para
verte crecer.
 4d LL
ivan
prison
 4d LL
ivan
i feel wires in my lungs
they dont let me breathe

i feel wires in my throat
they dont let me speak


‘IVAN’
the pill bottle has my name on it!!
that’s fun
they’ll fix me, right mom?

take one
take two
take three
..come on, take one more

mom, i feel dizzy!
should i take one more to ease it?
the meds might work :p
 5d LL
Zywa
Being intimate

with people means having to --


share in their secrets.
Novel "Verborgen gebreken" ("Crying shame", 1996, Renate Dorrestein), part 4, chapter 1

Collection "Old sore"
 5d LL
Magda
L.
 5d LL
Magda
L.
Your embrace,
a place sculpted just for me.

Your scent, intoxicating –
I breathe you in like spring air.
The warmth of your body,
the beating of your heart –
I’m finally home.

You whisper pretty things in my ear,
and I feel precious –
like a diamond in the making.

Before, a few ordinary atoms –
now a treasure,
made by the strong grasp of your love.

For just like a jewel,
I would feel safest,
hung from your neck –
forever by your side.
A poem for my love. For love morphs us into something precious.
 5d LL
Magda
Hysteria
 5d LL
Magda
I feel pity for the ocean.
In order to be loved, she stays silent –
masking the tiniest whisper of her feelings,
slowly forgetting the fiery waves she is made of.

For no man dares approach her
when she is crashing her turbulent bones
on the rocks.
They will wait until she has calmed –
tranquilised,
ready to reflect their likeness on herself.

They can't handle her intensity,
leaving behind corpses of memories –
abandoned promises of eternity,
never to come true.

Of course, I understand the ocean.
She shares the same fate I do –
the woman's fate.
Creatures crucified for emodying
their soul.
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less
#alala!@#$%^&*Z(){}|~<><><><><><><><><><><><><><<
 Nov 12 LL
Zywa
I'm disappointed,

nevertheless, as always --


I count my blessings.
Novel "De leesclub" ("The reading club", 2010, Renate Dorrestein), chapter Five

Collection  "Old sore"
 Nov 11 LL
BipolarBear
I fell in love with the feeling you give.
I confused it with the person you are.
Thank you for clearing it up.
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