Hello, Hi, Good morning, Good night, Greetings my friends, It sounds like a chance Like a start of something new even when we're feeling blue they connect us with strangers and destroy the unknown dangers And then "goodbye" is there to end this whole affair To leave us in peace so I could write this piece I'm just a silly human writing a poetry who doesn't know how to rhyme- a tree
The end isn't supposed to make sense. It just points out the fact that sometimes being silly and not knowing what to write and how to rhyme doesn't really stop you from it.
Empty and shaking I sound insane But I really am So I guess it's ok Cries turn to laughs Cries for humor Laughs for help Wring out the arms for blood And the eyes for lies Pooling on the floor Seeping through the tiles Karma’s a ***** But I’ll do you one better Look you in the eyes And I twist the weapon Not for the fun For the revenge On all those that scared me On all those who helped me Laugh out the last of my guts Cry out my lungs Always the same Repeating sensations Fleeting rotations Murderous flirtations Mourning probations But it's worth the pain And the fear And the guilt For the ties and knots They clog up my throat To appear in my windpipe And disappear in my scars Hold back no words and show no silence
Hi boy with the bike on the vase full of bloom .........................................................ploom ploom hi chair by the table hi bread on the table hi fisherman-fish with the pipe ........................and hi fisherman-fish with the cap .................cap and pipe ..........of the fisherman fish ..........................hi
Hi-i fish hi sweet fish hi little fishy mine
Translation of "Marc groet 's morgens de dingen" (1928) by Paul van Ostaijen
I knew I had to take you out the moment I saw you. You told me, ‘in my dreams.’ What do you think I’ve been doing? You’re the girl of my dreams. Oops, I’m awake, I guess I prefer the real you. I don’t have to say much, I just have to say enough. But with you, what is enough?
You’re everything that shuts a guy down. Everything that seethes glaciers. Everything that turns me on.
I don’t want to have children. But I see my heirs in your eyes.
I love you, and that scares you. Maybe the real reason you’re scared, is because you want me too.