woensdag 5 februari 2025

Misunderstood

Your words mean nothing. 
Truth travels fast.
I spent the day following
The sound of
Splintering hearts.

It all means nothing.
Who you were in the past.
You said you understood
What we went through.
Guess not. 

You're so entangled up into who I used to be. 
How am I going to uncomplicate it?
I don't know how to feel.

I cannot dissociate myself into forgetting
The new example you have been setting. 
Now you'll be the hurt we will be healing.
Now you're the one tramping on our feelings.

Ripped stitches that held everything in place,
Has left me wondering about your true face.
It isn't really that complicated, you know.
You believe in our stories or you don't.

You cannot hold my hand 
And not hold my truth. 
In the end everything 
Meant absolutely 
Nothing to you.



dinsdag 4 februari 2025

To hell

Big words are easy when you have power.
Mouths run easy when you feel safe.
Protection that will cost you by the hour.
No one will tell you how to behave.
(Shame)

That spit flies easy if you're on the mountain.
Sleep as long as the distance between them.
I'm sure you spend your time lying.
I spend them dreaming of the end.
(Not mine)

And when it's you staring down the barrel of a gun
Do you think: “Oh we had a great run”?
Do you think: “Oh but we had so much fun”?
“Wonder if I can take my money along.”
(To hell)

Soul

It starts
Like it always starts. 
Open hearts, 
Pushed down.
What was the moment
We fell
Down into the pits, 
Hard into the well?
Dirth rising above us.
Swallowing, teeth bared.
I can hear them shouting.
See those who cared,
Turned their backs
In silence.
Walk away like violence.

And things are always 
Escalating, always, always,
Always violating.
I can't escape that.
And I won't try to.
It's leaving people behind.
Can't carry them in my mind,
And I need you, 
I need you, 
I need you to
Understand.

You try to steal our rainbow,
Try to steal our light.
To lose us in the beating. 
A perpetual night.
I feel lost without them.
I feel lost in the loss.
So alone
In the loud,
Loud sound of stone,
Rising up where once 
The colourful people 
Danced.
Now a farewell dance.
Now a dance with dead.

Nothing will stop us,
But you want to try,
See if you can.
And I can't lie.
My tears flow to freely
For that, For them.
You come with the tide.
Like a flood,
I just need to ebb.
You're a lot.
But you're not enough.
To stop.
To stop.
To stop
The coming rage. 
The coming storm.
Are you done?

woensdag 29 januari 2025

Robot

I exist in parts and pieces.
Little bits outside of me.
This one keeps my blood pumping.
This one helps me breathe.

I exist in pills and wheels.
Little things that move my body.
This one keeps me from choking.
And this one helps me see.

I have a pill meant for thinking. 
I have a pill that helps me cope 
With the world that only sees
The parts and pieces, not me.

I exist in, but not just only.
I exist with, just never alone.
I exist, but you don't believe me.
I exist, and you think that's wrong.

donderdag 23 januari 2025

No one loves you, rich boy

I will not be the first to break,
And never under your hand. 
You cannot erase my footprints,
They're made in cement. 

I will not be the one to crumble,
You don't have what it takes.
Sure, try to claim your victory medal
And bite down until it breaks.

Your worth is so fake.

zondag 19 januari 2025

Isn't that actual peace?

But what if I don't want to keep the peace?
Choke down the words until my stomach bleeds?
Why does it have to fall to me
To be the fix for what you feel?

And what if I don't keep my head down and bend?
Cut out my emotions until they are all spend?
Is this the example to set,
That healing is ignoring what bled?

What if I don't want to write myself off?
Just so you can pretend that nothing is wrong. 
To keep my feelings in a knot
Is simply to much to ask for.

So, what if I cannot keep the peace?
But rather focused on what keeps us healed?
Cause the things you say you need
Isn't what is good for me.


vrijdag 17 januari 2025

Entangled

I'd rather do nothing together,
Than travel the world and be apart.
If we can just lie still here together,
If it will calm your storming heart.

I'd rather have silence together,
Let us be who we want to be.
Why try to fit ourselves into spaces
That aren't made for you or me.

I'd rather just be us together,
And feel safe in the comfort we share.
Life's already so fucking complicated. 
I'm happy just sharing the same air.

The fight intensifies (a break before the storm)

I'm not sure how much more I can take.
The pressure keeps risen and I feel the breaks
In the way I am keeping myself together.
The panic attacks are filling up my days.

I feel the pain keenly and I'm not okay. 
It feels like people are waiting for me to break.
Not sure why because I was made broken
And the madness will never go away.

All the edges of me have already frayed,
And it is not anger, you see, I'm afraid.
It always ends with my heart broken
If I destroy the walls that I made.

Goddammit I am in such a state.
Wipe the tears with my thumb, dry my face.
I have always known what to do now,
Write a poem and go on with my day.

maandag 13 januari 2025

Glue

I wish I could forget that it happened.
Swallow it all down. 
Bury it in my stomach and let it fester.
Ignore it as it keeps coming up like stomach acid.

Ignore it as it keeps coming up like panic.
I'm always a little terrified.
But I like to hide it under verbosity. 
Ignore it as I plaster on the smile you see.

I am counting on my mask to set me free. 
Even if I'm a little cracked,
Even if it's always split in the middle.
No amount of broken cannot be hidden.

The hurt still comes out unbidden.
I can't keep it all stitched in.
Like the tears that drip from cheek to neck.
This is how I spilled and I won't take it back.

Between teeth

I want to be able to keep the words in my mouth,
Taste the vowels as they come out.
But now I weave sound
With panic

And I lose my verbs between the gap in my teeth.
In the taste of iron as my gums start to bleed.
Never once a single deed
Goes unpunished.

Every time my words go I am overcome with fear.
Will I be the next to also disappear? 
Everything already feels unclear,
My health shakey. 

So excuse me as I don't always verbalise well,
And every thought I have makes my brain swell.
I'm trying so hard to be able to tell
Why I'm hurting.

donderdag 2 januari 2025

To the test

Gotta break it. 
Gotta paint it just right.
Tell my story 
Or else you just might

Take my lifeline.
Take the way I just might
Have a breath now.
So I can do the things right

And maybe survive.