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AM 2d
It rarely arrives
in a single moment,
it gathers in corners,

in unsaid things,

in nights spent

turned the other way,


in coffee gone cold

while silence fills the room,

in laughter you no longer reach for,

in the twitch of a finger
reaching for a wedding band

that isn’t there,
just skin now,

and the echo of a promise.

it settles in the pause

before your name is spoken,
in the hollow of a drawer

still holding the note I wrote you in 2015
in the way light filters in,
but doesn't quite warm
the space they used to fill.

grief is not the breaking,

it's the habit
of touching absence.
Awakening Moon
calls her tides to raise new growth-
wildflowers glow pink
One more, what the heck.
Who Is Good? What Is Good?

I've always wondered
What is good in our choices?  
What is bad in the decisions we reason through?  
Every action, born from thought,  
Feels right   to the one who acts.

Yet still,  
Everyone desires to be called righteous.

The hero saves the world from the villain,  
But in doing so,  
He often mirrors the villain’s hand
All in the name of good.

And the villain?  
Yes, they harm, destroy, and take.  
But even they justify their cause
Claiming to serve justice,  
Or help God correct a wrong.

So who decides?  
In whose eyes is the villain evil?  
In whose truth is the hero pure?  
We live in a world where things  
Must always be  good  or bad

But perhaps,  
We just choose sides
And call it truth.
The poem clarifies the question most avoid to ask ,it gives the reader to reflect on the truth that rests silently in our doings as human beings.
act
put on the act,
put on the show --
it's all a lie.
nothing's real anymore.

lie and
mask your feelings.

hide your true self.

put on that act.
all
day.

put on that show.
until
you
bleed
to
death.
date wrote: 12/8
hii!
sailor man ties knot
leaves heart in San Francisco-
love dreams to return
Another stab at haiku.
words pull strings
and evoke the shape of things
there are no words for
Feel the layers
in your body
from your skin
to flesh and bones

See the tree rings
bark to wood,
down into the core
where all begins

Learn to draw back
to your core
find the center
of your being

Safe behind
the outer walls

Eelco van der Waals
12 August 2025
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