Sometimes, at the break of dawn
I contemplate where my life has gone
So many bad memories,
I'm not sure where I belong
Makes it difficult to move on.
'When did I become so withdrawn?
Is it even worth it to hang on?'

Sometimes, late at night
I contemplate suicide.
Nothing but bad dreams,
Keep me restless inside
Just a little thought in my mind:
*'What would happen to my life,
If I just left it all behind?'

I close my eyes
Silently I listen
A voice that's vanished
That will sound forever
The voice that will always slingshot
The poetic words
Of the nightingale
Into the world
For a second I start to dream
I forget
What I saw
When my eyes were still open

Ik sluit mijn ogen
Zwijgend luister ik
Een stem die is weggestorven
Die voor eeuwig zal klinken        
De stem die voor altijd
De poëtische woorden                  
Van de zanger                                  
De lucht inslingerd
Even droom ik weg
Vergeet ik
Wat ik zag
Toen mijn ogen nog open waren

I did it again, mama....
     I took your words to heart.

But, I left them there.


"Don't touch it baby, it will hurt you!"
You would always say this to me.
Mama,
     Why can't I stop touching?
And mama,
     He wasn't a stranger....
              ....but afterwards....
     he.... became.....one.

You were right, mama.
     Strangers do hurt me.

Can't I just be your little girl again?
With my scraped knees
And my bruised chin?
Falling out of trees
or off my bycycle
Where there would be a kiss
To make me feel better.
AND a hug!

God.... Mama,
   Read me a story
of knights in shining armor,
Of princesses,
Of those fairytale men.
Can I trade you stories for mine?
For they are far much better,
They'd loll me to sleep,
I wouldn't cry...

I did it again, mama.....
     I took your words to heart.

But, I left them there.

I keep on writing and writing,
In a space before trying to make sense of the words. And then reread to explore which are my subconscious keywords.

On and on and on it goes,
spilling wondrous colours from within the doors of my inside walls.
Never-ending storylines and mystery, what is truelly deep within,
and under the surface lingering.

Trying to better understand me.
Exploring depths beneath my breath
It should be normal to for us to sit and contemplate death.

Our minds are too active to be a bore, theres just so much you could explore. The marvelous thoughts it stumbles upon and creates to entertain, theres so many things you cannot properly comprehend.

Sometimes we write something in a fleeting instant. This one only manifested in just this moment. Othertimes we sit and wonder why theres no flow, perhaps thats for another poem to explore.

Many people I've loved, We're simply forgotten.
Many fruits that I've savored have later gone rotten.

Many imprints I've left, Time washed away.
Many a promise was kept, many left in vain.

Many fights I had won, And found that I had lost
Many bridges I've built, Were burt once across.

Many goals I had reached, left me unfulfilled.
Many lessons I've learned, have left me less skilled

Many bullets I've dodged, hit the people behind me.
Many flowers I've picked, were riddled with ivy.

Many choices I've made, I've later regretted.
Many rights that I've done, were later contended.

It's not good nor bad, For their one and the same.
But the strength that you have when not getting your way.

12.19.2014
Her lips they part like oceans do
Her hair sways with the wind
You sit and deliberate in your thoughts
Will I see her again?

Her laugh echoes like thunder storms
Her smile strikes like lightning
You sit and ponder in your brain
Do I love her or is she frightening?

Her heart it beats like music thumps
Her words they flow like poems
You sit and contemplate all alone
Can your rhythm mimic her tones?

Her talk reminds you of telephones
Always ringing in your ear
You sit and scrutinize to yourself
Why isn’t this all clear?
                    T.W.

Sultry sentiments slithering
through my mind,
dripping beads of wisdom,
splashing into my pond
of curiosity;

Plant the seeds,
my water bodies
make it grow,
my body fading slowly
from focus,
for in this moment
I'm not on the ground,
my shell overtaken
by a gust of wind,
sweeping away the sound
of doubt,
of matters of only earthly concern;

Whimsical daze,
my eyes rolling to the back of my head,
ecstasy manifested
in forms unexpected
for the irony lay
dormant with the rest
of the realizations,
the creation of
elation, salvation, transformation
encapsulated in
my thoughts.

Soulful existence neath the stars
Millions of hope sparkling above
Its blaze is just a soothing light
For me to contemplate on the past
I try to connect the glittering stars
Sketching the thoughts in my mind
How far they maybe for me to touch
I connect with them from my heart
Eroding the distance between us
Hoping to find a place amongst them
Waiting to sparkle in the night sky
And connect with another stargazer