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Henk Holveck Sep 2014
Appreciative I can still take heed your voice,
The voice that once sounded out,
“I’ll love you till the last one dies.”
Two days later my heart split in two,
You entrusted me with handcuffs, and a broken soul,
Although I don’t know where you are, I hope you’re near not far.
Merely a thought of you near me brings me comfort,
I don’t want to fall in love once more.
You were my life and I have decided to let myself run.
I hope my blue eyes haunt you,
I Never wanted to write that down,
I truly hope you are happy wherever you are.
I love you still and always will.

Remember the nights we would observe the fireworks overhead?
Days when things were… Happy
The day I lost you, I replaced you with something I could manipulate.
Something that wouldn’t pass on me,
Sure substances don’t write me
songs on valentine’s Day,
But they reject the pain that I feel regarding February 14, October 4 every year when that day comes,
I wish I could turn back the time.

I am finished with God,
So finished with life,
slowly dying,
How could I let lost love
Literally **** me.
Only I am.

None of this is your fault lover,
You built me a castle of love,
Showed me what that felt like,
One I will never forget.

H.h.
Henk Holveck Sep 2014
listening to you speak tonight,

made me ill,

you sounded so very different,

your tone, i could feel over the towers your love for me was never there.

i may want to die tonight but, i won’t why?

because then you’ve won. and i’m stronger than that.

i stood up to you tonight, and then shut you off.

turned off the flashlight that you ever so silently interrogated me with,

i’ll find a softer light, one that shines love through it’s glass.
Henk Holveck Sep 2014
Why when I turn to you,

The final being who shows care,

Do you get angry? Why?

Little do they know I’m standing there

With a noose around my neck,

Waiting for you to tell me you love me,

To make me feel the warmth,

That I thought your heart felt for me.

But then my coffin is nailed shut,

And I again I’m left alone.
Henk Holveck Aug 2014
When I met you...
I never thought you’d be here 7 days later,
Only 7 days but closer than the 7 friends I had in high school,
Showing me, embracing me, loving me.
I don’t even get those human desires from those who share the same blood as me.
Except my blood is mortally powerful, although you don’t bat an eyelash at that.
You finally make me me feel as though, my physical condition is not important to you, what I say, who I AM, is why you Are find of some as eccentric as me.
I don’t put labels or times or hopes and dreams on relationships any longer. Although I know right now, with you I am secure and accepted.
Let’s continue to ride smoothly on this undiscovered river, it may get dark sometimes, although know you never are the reason.
The reason could be the shadows along the edge of stream, or the secluded love that fills our boat.
Be ready, you never know where our hazardous but thrilling venture may lead us. But all I know is you give me more value, more consideration and more connection than any human being has in this lifetime.
I know you are lost too, as am I. I don’t care your sexuality, your gender or what you may look like, you make me feel good, and that is what we both deserve.
7days and 7 more I’ll never grow weary of you because this soul of yours is not cliched.
Take my hand as I take yours and let’s ride this unpredictable route to nowhere.
Henk Holveck Apr 2014
Floral curtains drape the single square of natural light,

within the four walls of which,

you are a silent lawful inhabitant.

You feel muted,

as though your mouth has been duct taped,

by all those more favored than you.

It feels like this deficiency of consideration,

will be never ending, and it just might.

It’s okay though, you will make it through,

this indignation is nothing you haven’t struggled with.

If you told me it would have come to this times ago,

I would have laughed in your face,

you lusted after freedom, you craved it.

You now are living it, be careful what you wish for,

you may end up living in the vacant space,

in which you designed, built and will now prosper in.

I think about you at every moment the clock ticks,

you are and forever will be my budding angel.

3 weeks later….

Well, look at that things did get better momentarily,

You met a few simple studs,

they fulfilled your impulsivity,

but ask yourself, is that what you wanted?

For some reason your behavior persists,

but there’s those moments in life,

a stranger presents themselves.

You go into it with the same mindset,

they change you, they make you believe that…..

maybe….just maybe they won’t leave you.

They won’t crush your heart, or just want to ****.

And then you find you were wrong.

Just another sham man.

And then……

the cycle resumes.

and                   you are again…………………broken.
Henk Holveck Nov 2013
HE always gets the higher rank,
Not just  HIM but any
Of the fall soldiers.

What do they fulfill,
That you are missing,
Are you troubled behind closed doors?

You have a youth of your very own,
Standing right here,
Tacitly craving just a loving expression.

You wound me when you advise tactfully,
that I should vacate,
So you and your vernal pibe,
Can take in abortive entertainment.

Little did I know,
Lounging in the same environs,
Was a taboo in the posh palace.

I would reflect,
Reimagine & rationalize.
If you neglect to
You may find a solitary soul.

My heart hopes for the highest,
But days past tell me otherwise.
Humans argue, fuss and struggle,
But those who,
Value and treat unconditional loves,
Warmheartedly get the real pleasure.

If I ride off from this declining,
Tormenting cliff, like a lost knight,
Know why.
&
When things get distressing,
Maybe then you will understand.

Love & Art,

Offspring

1991-20??
Henk Holveck Nov 2013
i lie in bed,

half asleep,

jolted by such sorrow,
a cryptic pain.


sadly, this pain is the most familiar,

it cannot be relieved with a
xanax, band-aid or advil.



i can't keep this in the closet,

after all,

                that is what led to the demise of you and i,

our enchantment was greater than any fairy tale,

i had ever read, seen or imagined. &

           i had background with love stories.

our crossroads was where dreams come true.



please lead me to the path where,

the nightmare ends.
i have yet to find that boulevard,

i keep on lugging my soul,

which has been crushed, mutilated and torn

to tiny ribbons of shattered love.

searching tirelessly for the boutique......



you know,

the one that warmly greeted me that,

hallowed 4th day.


it's against my nature to,

be held back by anything at all,



the following requires a beacon emitting passion, desire & all my heart;
      - a severe oversight was made that doomful moment.
      - a divine being would

                                     never

            mutilate matrimony amid two enamored inhabitants of his creation.
      - if 1&   2. are false i never want to be a devotee to H.I.M.


to ü- he hoped you'd observe
the emotion he held in his loyal

framework. ü were absolutely
the jackpot to his existence,

**his breath of life.
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