#inspection
projectie
perceptie bepaalt rejectie,
de suggestie van reflectie
laat menigeen in een
staat van deceptie
de suggestie van projectie,
bij nadere inspectie,
inzetbaar ter protectie
van eclectie
directie
geef je aan perfectie,
niet aan gare concurrentie,
bij absentie van decentie
ce May day
j'ai crié "Mayday"
mais decidé
je m'aidé
projection
le rejet déterminé par la perception,
suggère la réflexion
laisse beaucoup dans l'illusion.
peut-la projection, à y regarder en courte distancion ,
servir à protéger l'éclectisisation?
orientation
Vous indiquez la perfection,
et non la compétition
acharnée, en l'absence de décencification
zo,
en nu ga 'k weer even wat anders doen,
dan de suïcidale therapeut uithangen
voor lieden, die nog steeds denken te denken, dat ze *** walgelijke percepties
kunnen en mogen, maar eerder moeten, projecteren
op nog gezonde geesten,
als de mijne...
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
Is it my fault
That I look at someone
And feel repulsed
By the way their
Body flows?
That I can’t look at anyone
And not rip
And pick apart
Every little flaw they have;
A crooked smile,
Lopsided eyes,
A tilted nose,
Hairy limbs,
Flaky skin,
Tilted lips,
An asymmetrical face,
A too-big forehead,
Puffy cheeks,
A bloated stomach,
Humongous thighs,
Giant arms,
A wide frame,
Bushy eyebrows,
Monkey ears,
Uneven feet,
Messed up hands,
A normality in a flawed creation
Yet it’s all that catches my eyes
When I look at
People in the lifts,
In the shops,
On the street,
In the corridors,
In a home,
In a room,
In the mirror.
“Wrong! Wrong!” My brain screams
In terror
It’s right, I suppose,
That monster in the reflection must be
The consequences of an
Error.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Besides
Inspection
Palpation
Percussion
And auscultation
One should spend
More time on
Soul gazing
And that makes all the difference
Read it again
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
Lost
A voyage of expression
Of pain
An examination of ones own worth
A date with desperation
A way to find solace, identity
The words kept by the heart and abused by the brain
Where dreams go to die and worries come to stay
To be stuck in an endless void
Where warmth is a stranger and coldness a neighbor
To dance with the monsters that dwell in your head
And comfort the ones that live under your bed
A forbidden art with sweet release
To tangle with your own desires
The darkness brings something the light cannot
Courage, anxiety, strength
A candle provides a dim path
The heat from the fire burns
Reminding you of how alive you are
How blissfully free
And how utterly alone
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC