Even een paar korte gedichten die ik tegen kwam toen ik mijn computer aan het opruimen was. De laatse twee gedichten zijn wel in het engels, hopelijk is dat geen probleem voor jullie. Wat me opvalt is dat ik nog heel erg aan het spelen ben met verschillende dichtvormen. Ik heb de juiste nog niet echt te pakken.

Dit gedicht heb ik gemaakt toen ik in de trein een dode vogel langs het spoor zag liggen (ja ik weet luguber, maar ik haal inspiratie uit de meest vreemde dingen).
Schoonheid

Schoonheid is vergankelijk
Je ziet het overal

In een hoopje veren op de straat
Eens een mooie vogel
Nu alleen nog dons

In het tere bloemblad
Rustend in mijn warme hand
Vermorzelt door mijn vingers
Nu alleen nog zand

In de glimlach op je lippen
Terwijl je mij bekijkt
Dan langzaam veranderend
Nu alleen nog haat

Schoonheid zie je in het leven
Schoonheid is er in de dood


Dit gedicht heb ik gemaakt toen ik behoorlijk paranoia was en letterlijk overal gevaar zag.
Paranoia

I seek shelter in the safety of my house
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that I am alone in there

I seek shelter at the hearts of my family
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that they’ll keep me hidden

I seek shelter in the dense woods
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that my tracks stay hidden

I seek shelter at the top of the highest mountains
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that the eagles will not spy on me

I seek shelter in the deepest darkest caves
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that the walls will not remember my touch

I seek shelter at the bottom of the sea
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that the water will protect me

I seek shelter in the darkness of my mind
Only to realize that it is not safe there
How can I be sure that my words will hide my secrets

In desperation I cry out to you
Your heart hears my call and draws you to my side

You embrace my fears and worries
You listen to my deepest secretes
You do not judge that which you hear

For you do not listen with your ears
Only your heart listens to my stories

In your heart I find the shelter I so desperately sought
In your heart I lock away a part of me
Knowing that you will never choose to leave my side

Only our hearts know the truth

Het volgende gedicht gaat over verlies en hoe dat voelt.

Loss

The feeling of deep loss shreds you into pieces
Pieces that cannot be healed once they’re broken
Broken into sharp fragments
Fragments that cut your soul and leave you wounded
Wounded with sharp and unfair pain
Pain that you feel you cannot share
Share your pain and then you realize
Realize that you are not the only one to feel
Feel the deep illogical pain of loss
Loss of someone you deeply loved
Loved for years and now that’s gone
Gone away you think it’s lost forever
Forever is not as endless as it looks
Look see how you can now bear the pain
Pain lessens with the passing of many years
Years later you will be able to look back
Back to this sad period in your life
Life has brought you other things to love
Love other things but never forget
Forget to remember that
That what caused such pain usually has been
The best days of your life