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( An essay poem about two artists souls )

My beloved, my sweet...
i fed you with love,
i nourished you with my smiles,
my countless patience, my sunshine, my passion

i nurtured you with nature
what you can do to bloom
i whispered in your ears those precious words
added my own blood to your secrets,
our songs became completest absurdic symphonies

only you can make me
as i am today:
a happy creature with free pride
free….but with great responsebility

myriad of people,
with million milliards of interests,
most of them had been in distress
they came to you and they went again
when they came, everyone was stressed and hurt….

as soon as you treated them,
in dutch we say you possess green hands,
and when they left, they arrived at an entirely brand-new land
they had not one pain again
on their new grains of sand….

You came from afar behind the swift clouds,
i saw you, but i had my doubts
you wiped them all away
and made that i wanted to stay
like in a thousand and one nights….

and as a wonder i the rebel
won't go astray anymore at any level….

You made me your owner,
though so many travels together, i am still a loner
believe me my dear, this pure absurdity
believe me, this will last till eternity
A sunlit Molenwijk area where once good hearts lived,
in the midst of summerheat, one season long to forgive
curious odd people were staring at you
like you were a killed living art statue

it is loveliest to know
you are a living ordinary soul who creates,
a living everyday man who penetrates
sick people's mind
your treatments all are oft of a very loving kind
precisely on that place and in that precious time
many fans trust you and your work is over sublime

Molenwijk area is not as before,
a crowded place for online games now
an arcadia in nostalgic plays and updated games
discomfort and nostalgia are now the glowing flames.

somehow those sparkling flickerings make me true sad,
give me the eternal feelings of constantly rushing ahead

Where I reside now with you, my beloved, my sweet
is not to compare with Molenwijk's grandest defeat
each street here is a treasure of leisure
in each corner rests sweet smell of peace
in each home resides sweet smell of our own ease
peace in all hearts, and peace in our own....


© Sylvia Frances Chan -
Moved from Molenwijk neighbourhood, which ground was serene and peaceful, now not anymore

A Loveliest Sunny Tuesday-morn the 18th October 2016 @ 11.00 hrs AM.
Shayley M Jun 2013
Why don't you ever just say sorry and mean it? You know what you're doing wrong so change what you're doing. Like today when you were being a complete **** and an *** then right as you were leaving jack said dude give her a hug. How could you forget that? Or me? I thought you cared. I thought you loved to be with me. Was that all a lie?  How come you never stop what your doing and make me happy? All it takes is for you to care and keep a smile on my face. I never ask for anything from you, when I do it's small things. I'm always scared to tell you how I truly feel since I'm afraid you won't care. It's imposssible for me to know if you actually care if you don't show it, you only say it. Why don't you say goodnight to me anymore? You're scaring me by that, I don't want us to end. I love us. How come you don't talk to me after 9? Do you not wanna talk to me or something? If you need to tell me something just say it. It's better then leaving me here all alone wondering. There's so many things I would love to talk to you about but I just can't. My mind goes blank when I'm with you. I try so hard just to say something that i've been meaning to ask you about but my mind goes blank and nothing comes out. Why do you ignore me when you're with your friends? I'm still there you know. I'm not a ghost im a human that has feelings.
Pain from a mate makes its imposssible. to love another.
Jill Tait Sep 2020
Sometimes we lose our self confidence, one is sinking in a hole.. armour-propre has deminished from one’s heart and soul..

‘I just need someone to hug me and tell me I’m not as worthless as I think’ she sits amidst her solitude as a teardrop drips from a blink...

Faith in herself and with such a low self esteem, she is lost in a languished low life amidst an imposssible  dream..Oh somebody please help her, smother her with adoration to free her heaviness from this heartache and give her salvation.. Unleash those shackles and chains from her pride and fill her with a wholesomeness and warmth inside..

— The End —