Étiquette : Poetry

  • De laatste weg

    De laatste weg

    There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take

  • My mother’s daughter

    My mother’s daughter

    It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:“I’ll never be this bitter”I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that…

  • Hidden in plain sight

    Hidden in plain sight

    Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.

  • Rolling on water

    Rolling on water

    I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me

  • Dead Walking

    Dead Walking

    I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.