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The Romantic Jul 8
Humid air
middle of the summer
every dog and child happy to be outside
surrounded by hippies and
cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll
along the river in front of us were small ferries
I can't remember what happened yesterday but
I recall the feeling of when I first saw you
turning around slowly to glance at
who I didn't know
will spend the rest of my life
dancing in back of my mind
there
was the woman whom I didn't know
will always I desire
the very, only wanted one
never will I ever have.
Memories are sometimes deadly
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inthewater May 6
the colors were still bright
and i could hear the sun
and draw my deepest thoughts with chalk
i didn't want for anyone
hop-scotch on the driveway
chasing runaway ***** down the hill
hide-and-seek 'til we got called in for lunch
then right back outside to chase a thrill
the most i feared
in my younger years
was being kissed by bumble bees
mixing potions with the berries
we picked from climbing trees
if we missed a knot and skipped a step
a cartooned bandaid would pay our debt
or a push-pop from the freeze
we were reckless with our hearts
and our minds got off with ease
the worst of it
that we might get
was strawberries on our knees
Zywa Feb 25
As we know, people

like to play, preferably --


with favourite thoughts.
Story "Het laatste getuigenis" ("The last testimony", 1946, Belcampo)

Collection "Finethreads"
You like string music?
Wow, I do too,
In fact I used to play.

Do I miss playing?
Well of course I do,
I remorse everyday for my string wings,
And how they were taken from me.
I played Viola for 5 years before high school. I stopped because no one in my group respected me, and my own teacher told me I was a disappointment to the arts.
Zywa Sep 2024
Mama's big rainbow

umbrella keeps me nice and --


dry in the shower.
Poem "In het huis van je vader" ("In your father's house", 2009, Krijn Peter Hesselink)

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Antonia Sep 2024
Half of me
has given up
and the other half
hasn’t even started yet
it’s always been like this
myself vs. myself

the battle of two stubborn selves

they take turn
in winning fights
I’m so confused and tired
to root for both
each time

It’s a twisted game.

I play myself.
Zywa May 2024
Demonstration and

imitation, play and learn --


to play together.
Third movement of the composition "Take U" (take the U-turn, 2015, Dirk Veulemans), for clarinet and live electronics, arranged for the two self-built mobile organs; performed by Dirk Veulemans in the Organpark on May 25th, 2024

Collection "org ANP ark" #200
anotherdream May 2024
Should I call myself a traitor
For not honoring my needs
When I fall for you again
When I'm struggling to breathe

In the pool of old regrets
I'm still asking what it means
As I'm sinking to the floor
As I'm drowning to be free

I lament my current ignorance
For forgetting certain things
Like when I lay down in the dirt
From admitting our defeat

There's no basis for return
If you're always in my dreams
I had finally let you go
Until I ruined everything

I shouldn't play with fire
When my heart is made of weeds
But I was so desperate for attention
And the comfort it can bring

So I'll call myself a traitor
Cause I'm only hurting me
When I'm crawling back to you
And am on my hands and knees
In this poem I lament getting back with the girl who caused me so much heartache. It's as if all my effort into moving on from her and recovering was for nothing, because as soon as I talked to her again, I fell right back to square one. After the fact, I have adjusted and just keep my distance but in that moment, I had much regret of communicating with her after years of pain.
Zywa Feb 2024
I flounder, hanging

over grandpa's leg, hello --


super shiny shoes!
Poem "Grootvader" ("Grandfather", 2019, Bart Moeyaert)

Collection "Here &Now&"
Zywa Jan 2024
Splashing, destroying

the puddle by stamping, and --


again, and again.
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet" ("A Frisian does not cry", 1980, Gerrit Krol), chapter 1.1

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
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