"houten" poems
She is so beautiful,
You don’t get tired looking at her.
Even when she has tears streaming down her face,
Or when you see her just after she’s gotten out of bed in the morning.
You never worry if she is smarter than you,
You know she is.
She doesn’t even have to study the work to get an A.
But you can’t get jealous,
You’re just amazed.
She is funny without ever being mean.
She would never hurt anyone,
No matter how much they hurt her.
No matter how much pain is caused,
She’ll try her best to wake up with a smile on her face.
I love her.
She makes my heart ache is ways I didn’t even know.
I love her.
I am so lucky to love her,
Van Houten.
You don’t get to chose if you get hurt in this world, old man,
But you do have a say in who hurts you.
I like my choices,
I hope she likes hers.
What else?
You’ll never find anyone like her.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
"My thoughts are stars that can't fathom into constellations."
“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
“Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”
“I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”
“You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.”
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
I was beautiful once,
had my magic dreams
& my share of troubles.
I swallowed pain,
sifted through the rubble,
got stained,
tainted by the man,
even been ****** around
by the elite.
I've been drunk on my feet,
indulged in lots of illicit things,
like large doses
of heavy drugs,
***** *** &
petty crime.
I've dreamt of rebellion,
vindication & revenge,
sometimes exposed some
bad tendencies,
but despite all the slights,
all my misfortune & fights,
one thing is for certain,
I haven't found
any good excuse
to become a stone cold
****** killer,
not a single one.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
Can I borrow a feeling?
I'll take whatever you can give.
I've had a real hard time dealing,
with the way that we're supposed to live.
Can I borrow a feeling?
It doesn't even have to be good,
I'd tie a rope to the ceiling
if I wasn't so sure I'd break the wood.
Can I borrow a feeling?
I'll be thankful for what you lend.
This world has stopped being appealing,
'cause while we stand, our knees tend to bend.
Can I borrow a feeling?
I can promise to put it to use,
and it's not in my nature for stealing,
I'll pay you back, this is no ruse.
I don't want to be a blank page,
displayed on centre stage.
I don't want to be a blank page,
I'm too young to feel this age.
Can I borrow a feeling?
I so badly wish to emote,
I've heard that it can be healing,
and free the hands from my throat.
Can I borrow a feeling?
I'm now really begging here,
and it's so **** revealing,
that my desperation is so clear.
I don't want to be a blank page,
displayed in my skeletal cage.
I don't want to be a blank page,
I'm too young to feel this age.
Can I borrow a feeling?
I'll be thankful for what you lend.
This life has truly sent me reeling,
and I finally feel at my wit's end.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC