Iron

How can you carry a people in your heart

To keep them whole, 

To keep them safe?

How can I carry a people away from harm?

From a world that is ready to bury,

To let them bleed out for days 

And carry them off into their graves.

How can I disconnect you from your escape,

Your silly memes, and your little games?

I want to rip it all apart.

The soft soothing hole

That makes you think all is okay.

That there's no need at all to hurry.

You need to understand what's at stake.

Every life that burned away.

Every beginning that stood no chance. 

Every empty crib that no longer sways.

The red that stains the land.

~*~

The land will not recognise anyone else.

It can count the rust on their keys in years.

It wil not turn stolen lives into ownership.

Land cannot be owned, wil not listen to fear.

~*~ 

It's upside down, this world.

Exactly like it's made.

The rot settles 

And then rises to the top.

It never mixes in well.

It clots 

Then leaves a taste.

 

Always of iron. 

Always of dirt.

Always hated.

Always thinks it's undiluted 

And celebrated.

We gave life to our mistakes.

It's just not our own lives we give.

Optellen

Nooit meer betekent niets meer

Wanneer 

Nooit meer

Eigenlijk “enkel 

Voor levens die wij wel

Op waarde schatten,

Maar de rest kan

Dood vallen.” 

betekend.

Dood vallen 

Met kanonsballen 

In hun armen

En hun ziel op hun tanden

Waar ooit etensresten 

De dag zagen.

De rest van de dag

Is niet op komen dagen.

Geen rust te bekennen

De geluid van drones

Als muggen die jennen

Tot ze nachtmerries drinken.

Het is nog steeds sommige levens zijn meer waardevol dan die van anderen. 

Het zijn nog steeds ontmoetingen met de dood en niemand die iets wil veranderen.

Levens begraven onder ingestorte gebouwen zouden we niet normaal moeten vinden.

Ik tel de resten van mijn ziel in gebroken harten en verloren kinderen.

Traitor

How about you care about my experience 

Instead of making it about you?

How about you listen to what I say

Cause you never really do.

There's something about how I

Know what I want,

That makes you demand that 

I become what I'm not.

How about you take your words 

And shove it back into your mouth? 

How come everyone that's silenced

Is so obsessively loud?

There's something about how I

Live my life unbothered. 

That makes you want the space

To totally interrupt it.

So raise your glass

And take a sip!

You got them all

Listening!

Sure, It must feel

Like a win!

Sure You're not next 

On the list!

Oh raise your glass

And have that drink!

You will need it,

Don't you think.

So come here

And share a kiss.

Then chose swim

Or then chose sink.

Either way you'll drown.

Either way you too go down.

Tell you

 

I cannot tell you

How small it feels,

When life fits into one hand.

All of the moments,

From beginning to end.

I cannot tell you,

How scary it feels,

Not knowing where you stand.

Every day on a loop,

Every action is a demand.

I cannot tell you,

How choking it feels,

No longer knowing what can be bent.

Am I only the bruises

To which I now tend?

And I cannot tell you,

How scared I now am,

Because life feels already spent.

Every single second,

Borrowed and again lent.

Panic attack

I cannot do this again,

What is there left to say?

I cannot look beyond the precipice 

And take the plunge again

Just to keep you safe.

Not because the fall is too steep.

It's because I'm still falling

Deep in your dismay. 

I haven't come down yet.

Or up, whatever you like to call it.

I guess it depends on

Which angle you're looking from. 

Either way.

I'm still at nights spend too awake

With eyes that don't keep open during the day

Worrying about 

The next best thing you come up with.

I'm already made of panic.

I cannot keep doing this.

This exhausting excitement has its way.

With all the fucked up scenarios 

That lives inside my brain.

But here we go.

Oh God I need boredom

Not hands that still shake. 

I need to, want to 

Have that nothing that

Makes you want to tear your brain away.

I'm 2 ulcers 

Shaped like your face

Away from a dirty dozen.

I hardly even repeat

My favourite shows or books.

But you repeat it all every day.

You repeat it against your will.

The questions your brain can't keep up with

And the breaking of sanity.

Don't make me do this.

I think it's here to stay.

I can no longer wonder where you are.

Are you wandering?

Got lost along the way?

You repeat me every day.

Is this all that will remain?

Looping around in cycles

Never finding the way.

Just up and down,

But never ground.

Never hitting the brake. 

And I take back what I said back then.

I am a candle in the water.

I'm not build to drown to keep you safe.

I'm living in my own head

Keeping my own dark at bay.

Now pause, babe.

I'm not doing this again.

You can't do this again.

Neither of us can keep up.

No, we need to stop doing this.

It's no longer give and take.

I am not the one to take that hit.

I'm too leaky to shelter you from the rain.

Worrying about whatever you do next.

Worrying about all of it.

It's hard enough to keep myself sane.

The black eyes you create. 

I'm still fingering the bruises

Every day. 

Picking my split lips (bloody).

Forced to watch out how this will play

Out, tragedy like Shakespeare. 

I am not made

For this. 

I wish help was on the way.

Instead I got reasons for my poetry. 

And you get being failed again.

God, they failed you again.

My love

Even that one fingertips shines more

Than you used to. Smile radiant and 

Forever plastered on it seems. I am

In love with you and I want more.

You are in love with life and you want

Everything. And babe if it were up to me

I will give you the entire world. You see,

It needs a star, so it's you they want.

A shining star I gladly share if there is one

Thing I'm can keep just for me. Late night 

Whispers between sheets and twilight.

All the things that makes you the one.

Sane

 

Is being lost in memory the flavour of this season?

Because I can tell you, I do not like the taste.

I already know how they laid my youth to waste.

I do not care to get lost in their reasons.

Do I have to put my wandering mind on ice?

So I can cool the thoughts that bring me back.

I rather enjoy my life filled with things it lacks.

No more manipulation and no more lies.

You do not deserve to be remembered at all.

But those that hurt take up all the space.

Keeping the past right there in its place.

So I hope daily that they will fall.

I wish I could find where you hide yourself away.

And if I had a choice you would disappear.

But you’re stuck in my existence it appears.

And I am left wondering if I will ever be sane.