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We live in a world of

Dark skies
Rays of sunshine
White lies
Adults drinking red whine

Kids with conceptions
Not being listened to
So many exceptions
Nothing to do

Imperfections
Insecurities
People and connections
Fading to obscurity

Slicing ourselves
Because we are rare
Society compels
Tempting not be there
All this jewellery,
What for can it be?

Earrings you got at birth,
What are they worth?
They are with you
Always

Exchanging friendship bracelets,
The expectations it sets.
Best friends
Forever

Necklaces from family,
Might not know what you see.
They’re still there for you
Truly

Engagement and wedding rings,
More than beautiful things.
Boyfriends, girlfriends—lives entwine,
Becoming husbands, wives in time.
I guess what I meant to say was: everything has a meaning
Can’t shut my eyes
Can’t miss a sound
Even if it’s lies
I want to hear it—I found

I catch titles, labels
Can’t stand that
My head is wired with cables
But I feel like an acrobat

Balancing between
Either being unheard
Or unseen
"Politics" is just a word

But it makes me grasp for air
Whenever I hear it voiced
Perceive it as if I am not there
Yearning to belong and be rejoiced

Nevertheless, I pay attention
To all the names and surnames
I feel a tension
My brain’s on fire, I can’t calm the flames
This is about hearing all the complaining about the current state of Dutch politics and listening but not understanding ('cause no one explained it) and also having a very bad fear of missing out
The times one's caged for just a little time
Bear heavy moments clear and quite devine
Trifle sought regrets come mercifully
Spirit rising, woe is bended me

One should've done confronting one
Comes straight down ne'er begun
Move the moments love's grown lighter to your gaze
And since I'm not the only one breathe one
The like to love always
"Men have opinions too."
No ****, of course they do.—
She murmurs as he rolls his eyes.
Maybe that’s the reason she tries.

"Men have opinions too."
She obviously knows that’s true.
She wouldn’t be the feminist she is,
If it weren’t for words like his.

"Men have opinions too."
If they didn’t you couldn’t say that,
COULD YOU?
So my uncle told me this. It was after his wife said that she kinda wishes she had not changed her last name (to his) and I declared that I am not changing my last name for a man, and if I had kids they’d have the same surname as me (‘cause like I would be the one birthing them). And my uncle no **** says: “MEN HAVE OPINIONS TOO” Like yeah Sherlock of course they do.
You spent so much time preserving your youth that you forgot to use it.
I wrote this thought down years ago and thought I'd publish it today. :)
reading the morning like
a broadsheet newspaper
,i opened a page of poetry;

'my favourite' She wrote. a
note i think She left for me.
i dropped the poem to see

how pretty You flourish Your
e's. the careful touch, not
quite a movie kiss, lighter

& grazing the page with love.
'my favourite' dogeared one
i set for You, 'the private view'.
peter bennet - the private view
*as if in a film by eric rohmer*
Don't let the little things get to your head,
Because if you do, your love will lay dead.
It's complicated
Every single
mistake of mine,
even the recurring ones,
patiently you edit within
and read as if it's fine,
nothing has ever gone wrong.

see!
what your love
incomparable
has to me done,
my poor, darling!

in my writing, they see
the grammar fully muddled,
so many words I spell wrong.

I see this, only when
others, bitterly, loudly complain
gentle soul, your'e forgiving,
but the world isn't,vengeful it seems,
don't you see the predators, prowling?

Why don't you consider the truth,
I am imperfect, want to be corrected
why not help me change,
tell me where I go wrong, urge
I'll certainly adore you more for that.
Darling, don't turn a blind eye to my faults, out of love
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