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Klara Feb 2014
you had me
floating
when you said I looked
like the prettiest girl in the room
you had me
pulling the string
when you nuzzled
your head
into the nape of my neck
you had me
head in the clouds
when your fingers drew
little hearts
on my arm

you had me
floating but
you let me slip
through your fingers

you let me float away
I'm not really sure if I'm satisfied with this but I can always make later adjustment. Any advice, maybe?
Klara Feb 2014
People say I'm "in"sane
but if losing myself
in what makes me happy
and drinking exactly 3/4
cup  of coffee
every morning
and only stepping on the white
of zebra-crossings
for luck
and always having
my music volume
up to the maximum
and spending my saturdays
reading
and my nights
rereading
and my mornings pretending
that my life is a musical
and having extra happy days
when birds
replace my alarmclock

if all these things are what make you call me
"in"sane
I would never want you to even consider
calling me "out"sane.
Klara Feb 2014
I fell
into an ocean
of bed sheets
desperately trying
to drown myself.

But instead
I met with
your overpowering
smell.

So I held
my breath
and suffocated
instead.
I forgot I even had this poem but I'm so happy I found it back I'm actually kind of  proud of it.
Klara Feb 2014
The moon consists of holes
deep black pits
of emptiness.
It consists of darkness,
yet it is our only source of light at night.

Everyone is sleeping
the TV downstairs
has been silent for hours
the stairs are no longer screeching
screaming
under the weight of humans mounting it.

As I turn and turn
I wonder if I’m the only one awake right now
I wonder what the others that are awake are doing.
Knowing I won’t be getting any sleep
at least not tonight,
I wonder if I’m the only one
… it sure does feel like it.

But being awake at this time
is not always a bad thing.
I like to walk the street at times like this
feel like the only person on this planet.

The night is beautiful
stars hover over us day after day
we never thank them for being there
and being beautiful
but they’re always there.
They remind me of the polkadots
on the dress I used to wear when I was five.

The night sky is mysterious
yet beautiful
it is endless
and holds so many secrets.

As I take in the magnificent silence,
I start to think.
That this all,
the moon,
the stars,
the night sky,
the silence,
they’re all beautiful.

And it is sad that there’s so few people awake to see it.
This might sound cliché but I spelt a very long time working on this and I have a Dutch version as well I might publish it I don't know.
Klara Feb 2014
ik heb je lief zoals
de zon begint te schijnen wanneer je lippen opkrullen in een glimlach
neen
ik heb je lief zoals
je aanwezigheid de zon doet schijnen
neen neen
ik heb je lief zoals
jij de zonneschijn bent
neen neen neen
ik heb je lief zoals
neen neen neen neen
ik heb je lief

ja
ik heb je lief
this is in Dutch I know, but it is one of the very first poems I ever wrote and it loses it's value when translated

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