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Zywa Jun 20
I feel no worship,

no love or amorousness --

but a blissful fear.

Novel "Kind tussen vier vrouwen" ("Child between four women", 1972, Simon Vestdijk, written in 1933); novel "Terug tot Ina Damman - De geschiedenis van een jeugdliefde" (1934), chapter 2-I

Collection "Inmost"
Zywa Jun 18
I despise myself

for everything I can't do --

like other students.

Novel "Kind tussen vier vrouwen" ("Child between four women", 1972, Simon Vestdijk, written in 1933), ยง 7, page 316

Collection "Inmost"
Zywa Nov 2022
The biggest fairground

attractions for teenagers --

are the French kisses.
Collection "Bruises"
Zywa Oct 2022
I am excited,

I follow him, curious --

mostly about me.
"Begeerte" ("Desire", 1995, Manon Uphoff)

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 80s and 90s"
Zywa Mar 2022
Girls tease each other,

just to attract attention --

from the toughest boys.
Old Chinese poem:
"Of beauty", 1908, Gustav Mahler, based on the free version "Am Ufer" by Hans Bethge from 1907, after "Cai lian qu" by Li Bai [701-762])

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
Zywa Feb 2022
I was full of pus,

and chock-full of hormones too --

A pimple on legs.
Acne / Acne / Akne
"De rat van Amsterdam" ("The rat of Amsterdam", 2016, Pieter Waterdrinker)

Collection "Germ Substance"
Zywa Jan 2022
I had to kiss him,

my wings are breaking through now --

they itch on my back.
"Maar hij wilde het zo graag dus ik kuste hem" ("But he wanted it so badly so I kissed him", 2011, Ellen Deckwitz)

Collection "Home sea"
Zywa Dec 2021
Amsterdam! Free
man of the world you want to be

your wild eyes threaten
my father hand, please, send
an angel, light, a woman
a favourable wind, sweet dreams
someone, something to help you
unbreakable mirrors if need be

Father, mother, earth, universe
make something happen, of course
who sees everything, does not know why
to intervene

freedom would be meaningless
if for adults only

understanding and obedient
everything with measure, giving up
what is beautiful and attractive
and smiling
at the discontented excuses
and lies of the past

You grow up wounded
I too have built, defended
and then demolished
castles and walls -

old men's proud
of the scars of my fight
Collection "I am"
Zywa Dec 2021
Dad thinks I'm fighting,

I do, I'm fighting the wind --

in his idle mind!
Collection "I am"
Zywa Mar 2021
Stubble field
husks in the air
dry summer scents

poplar trees along the ditch
our haystack at the end
inside, out of sight

our cave
pulled and pushed
in the long yellow grass

I dream that I am with you
lying there, naked
like newborn animals

that's all
nothing else matters
we may die

that's our secret
mum doesn't understand
she is afraid
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
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