

SuperficialityAnother tear crawls down my cheek making me more than weak. losing my fat, but also my faith and hope. with these uncertainties i cannot cope. i have so much to dream about. i just want to crash, scream and shout! the smallest touch, of some who cares, the love from someone who dares. some one who dares to see me for ME. but the society superficiality, will always be. why don't i deserve more to life? i just can't understand nobody wants to be "my wife". always telling me i'm the perfect man. sure, untill they met me i always can. and shouting that looks don`tSuperficiality


TreurwilgEen treurwilg met gebogen takken Met verloren takken die niemand wil pakken. De wilg verstoten van het bos. al zijn blaadjes breken stuk voor stuk los. Langzaam sterft hij van binnen Niet wetend, waar te beginnen Wat heeft het nog voor zin? de wind hakt er toch steeds weer op in Die wind blijft maar loeien, en zijn takken die breken. wacht hij op een dag, dat hij zich kan wreken? zal de boom blijven, groots en trots zoals hij is. of zal hij toch afbreken, vergaan in het gemis. Bart Kempers © 10/09/2007 00:31Treurwilg


ThoughtsBrowsing trough the dusty pages of the past Page by page not interesting enough to manage The fire in my eyes fell into a cold dark while reading this certainty of part My eyes flew by these lines of gothic blackness and damnation Only sentences that made my dark mind shiver Only a breath of all that would make the wolf in me howl And not even noticing that you are only a shade away from the place Im staying...Thoughts
Thinking I might even know you but always passing by Not knowing the mysteriousity of your soul mind and heart The honesty of my eyes still wanders through the darkness
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
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Ohnoez, Look! A Signature!
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