Happiness and reflection,
Both flow a different direction.
The unrealistic expectation of perfection.
leaves you with little protection.

The loveliest moments in life are reflected.
It's the only wound in my brain that I've dissected.
My actions drove you away, my madness now manifested.
A strong desire to be away from me, the only emotion detected.

Giving your body and desires to someone you barely know, I Suspect.
All humans can say, fighting daily for happiness requires rare intellect.
Emotions flood my organs with panic, we have the same worth as an insect.
The daily struggle of optimism is more difficult than learning a new dialect.

Free your mind, let those sadistic memories fade.
Somehow,forgetting you was the roughest choice I've ever made.
Yet, the loveliest moments in life are soon to explode like a grenade.
Give your heart to the lord; Over time, blessings will multiply.

DO NOT BEG FOR HER,
Life is too short for a personal crusade.
In this world, the most humble often go insane.
God shall stay from day to day.

Your eyes stuck in my mind,
My eyes wonder, make me blind
I am at my brightest when neglected.
GOD AND MAN: FOREVER CONNECTED.

Don't feel spiteful because of memories never made.
When abandoned, stay grateful, for our father's love shall never fade.

...If you wish to lose yourself to your dreams,
Lost souls asleep do drift,
With those memories that gleam,
I won't be hiding as the doses I admire
sate those craving of desire; find your game.

We got this glow in our house,
The entire crowd is out,
All the feens are
up for it,
I know you love it when it's kickin' off.
I like your reckoning
because we're buzzin' and there's nothing here to stop,
To stop this.

And everything works out, be sound,
I wear the symbols just because.

...The way we are, the way we seem,
Fill this nothing with our dreams.
The buckfast and spliff do their rounds
in the gaf where we all sit
as we get ****** and love it.

And everything works out, be sound,
Everyone can put their hoods down
here.

een meisje wilt iets
na een feest
slapen bij jou
want ze is nog nooit
zo ver weg geweest

aan jouw zijde sta ik
en met meelevend hart
zei je 'dat is goed'
op dat moment zei ik
'goodbye' to my mood

ik hou me groot
ik hou mijn mond
terwijl ik wil zakken
me laten vallen
op de grond

als van binnen
een demoon of meer
mij aan het verslinden zijn
negatief van de pijn
ik voel me klein

dat het goed is, zei je
tegen wat?
bij mijn ex had ik hier
nooit last van
geen moeite mee gehad

nu graaf ik dan misschien
elke keer mijn graf
maar dit hier was een droom
gebroken wakker
is niet iets dat ik mezelf gaf

en ik weet niet wat te zeggen
weet niet wat ik moet doen

misschien is jouw hart goed
maar zo is onze ****
laat het de onze blijven
niet verpesten door een heks

rampscenarios om te overleven
bedrogen door eigen boven kamer
maar om **** niet erger te maken
is het soms beter te zwijgen

omdat je de 'ja' hebt
maar 'nee' nog **** krijgen

Walking thru my new old suburbia
on this quiet June eve, it's in the air and
I'm at ease. Its chill frisson has me so captive;
A sunset vespers some comfortable views,
I feel it fade as peaceful night sets in.
I am wandering the streets again.
I scope about these estates.
That indigo hue
in the sky

We stumbled home
hand-in-hand as the sun rose
over your notoriously boring
working class hometown.

Not your real hometown
it adopted you.
The place you come from
has a name I can't pronounce.

Your accent is rough—
more common than your native friends.
I think you're afraid that your name
might shame you.

We stood there
outside your gaf in the morning grey.
You told me
that you can't stand your father

my hands ached, I want to
bare myself back to you
but I don't know how.
You just embraced me

kissed me all up the sides of my head.
I want to tell you
nothing has ever been this real for me,
but I can't.
You are everything I didn't know I was hoping for.

Water.
To your sand.
We'll call it the beach of America.
We'll call us the best in the world.
We'll make (we make) the world get going.
Not late (or whatever) but there's a very important date.
Don't really GAF when, but we ready (will be)

Enough about business, she says.
Teenage Wasteland (Baba O' Reily) is on the radio.
My mom is to my left. We're driving.
For my love, though, I'll end this poeM and listen.

Bitter en kleinzerig afgewezen.
Ik had nochtans in menig boek gelezen
dat uitgebreide romantiek bewezen
resultaten gaf.

Ook in films en series was het groot
geschapen, reus gebaar hetgeen wat haar
van sokken blies opdat zij je poot
op tafel stijf kon kloppen. Daar

ik bezweken en bezworen onder
magische letterleugens dacht
dat fictie echt was, het zachte
slecht was, alles voluit moest,
heb ik me koud gedoucht in halve rijmen,
mijn varkentje zelf moeten wassen.
Ik heb toen geleerd dat je niet zo hoort slijmen.

Er gebeurt zo veel zo snel.
Iconen vecht en sterven wel
of betuigen wat ze speten.
Morgen zijn we het vergeten.

Overmorgen volgt de aarde.

Ik weet nog *** je maarde
toen ik vroeg de fiets te nemen,
*** je tegen eigen waarde
liever geld dan de planeet bespaarde.

Volgende week maakt het niet meer uit.
We zitten min of meer in dezelfde schuit.

Als de golven hoger komen
dan grafiekjes op een scherm
en vierentwintig auto's op dezelfde berm
dan vraag ik me gezapig af
of je nu echt zo veel
om die excel met foutjes gaf.

ExCludeD excLudeD excLuDed .
When I tell you I feel so excluded
Always looked at from the inside
When I’m looking in on the outside
Are you ******* happy now
Expect cooperation with out even a sound
When you feel the need to be controlling
If only you knew but I don’t think you care about the rolling
Tears from my eyes
Poetry hasn’t come out for a long time lost between the lines
If only I could rewind
All the moments
You made me feel like ****
And I will never feel like your equivalent
If I could say I don’t hate you a little bit id lie
You can’t look me in my eye
Why
Do you feel the need to treat me like a child
Like my mind is mild
Treat my words like they are idle
When you are constantly unaware of the trials
Maybe I don’t tell you cause you don’t see my pain
Each thing I feel you think of it in vein
Lack of substance or worth that’s how you feel
Most times more than I like.. cannot heal
i don’t gaf how she feels I heard what you said
Those words loud and clear repeat through my head
I pray  against the spirt of not feeling good enough
When its you most days who make me feel rough
You shush my words then say I feel invisible
Then you turn around and act so insensible
Unaware of the things you do but I don’t speak
For a long time thought it cause I was weak
But maybe its because I can hold on and make it seem so calm
When I can Chanel everything in the mist of palms
I love and I hate
What to do at this rate
You wonder why I don’t speak when I feel like the main ones don’t listen
I silence  you all wonder why while in inner spirts are hissin
Louder and louder
I hate my encounters…

I hate it all . . .

Why did you look at me like
I was the person you’ve been waiting for.
Your line goes “just trying to be found in the ocean of people”

And i love oceans. I hate people.
Yet i found you
i wanted you i never want to walk away
I saw hell in your eyes
and I loved it anyway
You’re the most beautiful person I know
and you look cute acting insecure
with your nose
I thought I could stay as a friend
but finding out you face timing someone else
wreck me ****
Who knew it would hurt that much my heart
stopping me to sleep
I had to tell you I must leave
But you wouldn’t gaf
Lately you’ve been giving me
breadcrumbs so now you wont have to
waste energy in throwing the leftovers
of your time after you
spend it with her
A girl inside me wants to force
you fight you to choose me but that’s wrong
So I will keep walking away
I will always see you as someone
who got the ick but couldn’t tell her you
Don’t like her anymore
Maybe you’re emotionally unavailable that
every time i ask you to push me away
you only want to pull me closer
Why did you have to contact me
why did you have to reach me when I already ghosted you
Why could you not leave me alone when you never wanted me in the first place
Why did you make it feel like we are meant to be
You have no idea how much i feel for you do you
The devil couldn’t get to me so he crossed our paths knowing i would leave everything i would forget everything I’ve ever known just to be with you!
My fault
I genuinely believed you was sure of
me as much as I am to you

You wanted to be found but not by me
Not by me.