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I am committed to a silent wish
A whisper in my heart
To some pictures from a distant memory
Some life I left behind
Where everything was much simpler

Every step I take is to find that lost wonderland. Instead I just walk further away from it, deeper into a web of poison.

The masked ones

No one knows our names; we are the faceless remnants of our fathers’ dreams

Echoes, reflections of our mothers hopes, formed by silent whispers to an unborn child

Then, let loose into the emptiness of our second existence, we slowly lose our faith and our face

The hardships of the last generation, mentally imposed onto the youngsters, who fail to live the lives chased after by their elders

So we become the masked ones, the children who fail to recognize their own voice, because the lines before us have said too much.

Light

So small it once was, this feeling of freedom

It grew, bloomed

When my heart stepped into the light

When I found you.

Introspection

Cold cobblestone streets lined with Autumn leaves

Cars chasing time, while my shadow follows me

To the depths of my thoughts, through the roads of my soul

Wandering into the dark, even further away from home.

Unreachable

That day the steel grey sky formed a partnership with the brown brick buildings in the street. The wet grass fit into the palette very well, where it seemed like Autumn had took all joyous colours and locked them away safely.

My horizon was blocked by brown and from above the luminated grey confined my senses, so I turned my gaze down. And I saw you.

Struggling to keep your folders with, I supposed drawings, dry, you ran towards your bike and lept, despite your hurry, gracefully on the saddle.

Then the wind took you even further away. Even more than my window already had done.

Closure

Forgetful are my fingertips
As they lay softly on your lips
Denying our sins

Shameful are my eyes
Closed, hiding our lies
Afraid to see inside

Forward goes every motion
Though back in time held by emotions

Does the present hold closure?

Sea

Eternity trapped in small fragments
The tides are mirrors of times

Sun

The Sun never leaves the darkness alone
For it knows it wouldn't shine on its own
Promise you will never leave me too

My sunshine
Illuminate the night
I need you.

Night

Liquid tones of black pressed
Under my desperate fingers.

In a haze I confessed
Most of my secrets.

Those guilt-ridden words
Silently dissolved.

The night took my heart
As a child of her own.

Support system

Great intentions sprouting from even bigger dreams
Received with gentle smiles, or so it seems
A manifestation of hidden oppression
Found in the eyes of your loved ones.

Klein

Verspeelde mijn tijd met tellen.
Deeltjes, waaruit het heelal ontstaan is.
Om te zien of er nog plek was voor mij.

Verzoek

Lange dagen heb ik gereisd
De wijn mijn rug toegekeerd
Om alleen nog maar te leven van jouw vervoering
Sluit de deur niet als ik kom.

Spring

Look! Someone painted the sky with patches of white, sunken in a rich color blue.
The East engulfs itself in soft, sweet pink and gold of a splendid bright hue.

Over night spring invaded my heart and this morning God handed me rose-colored glasses.

Desert flower

Raindrops, words from heaven, soothing the weary soul of the blooming desert flower.

Still unnamed, maybe forever unknown until that precious hour when someone discovers her worth.

Starry-eyed

Foolish grins
Heads lifted up towards the sky
Their hands opened
Eyes grew bigger
As if they felt the soft, liquid light
Reach through their veins, into their minds.

Warmth despite the cold
Lips parted, re-enacting the old
Yet a strange new feeling overtook
Making two halves whole.

Let them be watched by the night.
Love made them starry-eyed.

Abyss, let me burn

Seems like my life only exists out of
mistakes, feelings that contradict.
Painful hindsights, too many misses and no hits.

My mind gets clouded, then my tongue acts too fast. Eyes closed, I'm only left with regret that I haven't tried my best.

Never thought that so much could be broken by two strangers in love. I was hoping, yet hope wasn't enough.

Fear closed my mouth when I tried to speak. Then soon it became the same song on repeat. Again, I was to blame that I left you in need. Tried too late to make ends meet.

You probably cried tears for me. Tears I didn't deserve. I hope I will drown in them, until I learn. I hope you will forget me. Please let me burn.

Missing

Thousand thoughts and a hundred views.
Dozens of little things I'd like to share with you.
Sometimes the distance becomes too much of a burden and I don't know what to do.

To whom can I direct these words, when I'm alone in my room?
Turning, thinking constantly about it and I don't know what to do.

I miss you.

Blossom

Power within

Released by the Sun

Ashes to ashes

Life has begun

Living life

Where must I turn my face to see your face?
East, South, West, North?
Let me tell you my dear, the face of my Beloved is present in the reflection of the river, that streams through the mountains.
His voice in the whispering of the winds, that slides past the slopes.
Every gesture in the movement of the Earth, the eternal dance of the stars.
To see my Beloved, is to dance on the grass, to sing on the streets of my hometown and to view my sight in a mirror.
Every heartbeat is in his name. Lover and Beloved are one.
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Whenever I turn my eyes to the sky and witness the lights that shine without any human command, I feel humble and grateful to exist.
To exist is not the same as to live though. We come on this world through fate or by coincidence, whichever we believe in, we exist.
Our bodies feel the sense of life pulsating through our veins on the beat of a perpetual drum, our skin senses the cold world once brought out of our mothers womb. Do we live then?
No, I believe we don´t. Living life is to be fully in the moment, to chase after our dreams. To not be numb to our deepest wishes or have a blind eye towards our destiny.
Unfortunately many of us only exist, their minds closed off, relying on their body to steer them around. Every day goes by as a fata morgana of what could have been,
the colours bland, in comparison to the vibrant reality.
How can we live then? Tell me, instead of mesmerizing and patronizing! Well, such a thing as a manual of how to live the best does not exist.
A manual is something for automatons, which would lead us back again to the cage in which our mind and soul is captured in.
Living is also a state of ultimate Freedom. Travellers feel somewhat alive because they aren´t bound to their homes anymore, nor to the rules which apply to someone who is settled.
When someone worries about the future or still thinks about the past, a veil is layed upon his eyes, ropes are spun to restrict him. And his freedom is slowly taken away, until he is
bound to his own tombstone. What does one achieve with worrying and overthinking other than making himself crazy?
No, my thought is to hold ourselves in the moment. Surely, we can think of tasks to fulfill, but not endlessly dwell on possible events. We can remember the love given to us by a
special person, but try to forget the pain that was caused by him. If that is even asked too much, forgive! Forgiving is the least we can do. Show understanding.
 If that is too much,show indifference and move on. A clear pool can easily be turned into quicksand, once feeded with mud. We ought not turn our pools into quicksand.
Living in the moment is not to close our eyes and seek inside for the feelings, but to open them up even wider. Explore every stone that make up the mountain,
smell every flower in the garden of life. Overflow our six senses with worldly visions and higher knowledge.
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Forest

God lent me his hand
I counted his fingers
Then I gave it back

I counted his fingers.

Distance

Icy February wind
Stroking my battered cheek
Leaving marks around my neck
The distance is strangling me

Homeless lovers
Gathered around an unlit fire
Reflecting their empty hearts
The distance is strangling them

Lost creatures
Seeking refuge in this land
I've arrived. Now I feel
The distance strangling us.

Silent promise

Clouds drifted on the background of a violet morning sky. They were like the words in his head, calm but moving.
He was able to see them, yet not as the clear, confined lines of the pavement he was walking on.
Whenever he tried to touch them, the white dreams disappeared in the air. Life could be torture when the boundaries weren't visible.
The chains in which he was bound on this earth weighed heavy on him, the only thing he wanted to do is sleep and rest eternally in Hypnos' arms.
Two loving eyes were watching the grey, old man, struggling to walk and sighing at every step. Those eyes knew the past and felt his pain. A silent promise was made on the first day that they met eachother, years ago already, in June.
Birds were whispering in high pitched voices, they knew it would be the start of something new.
The people around him watched carefully how he was feeling that day, as if they hadn't done anything else in all those months, pretending happy
smiles. He knew better, those people had disappointed him many times in the short time that he has lived.
Finally he could escape their watch and go outside. His four feet touched the soft, young grass and left small footprints behind.
An ant crawled over a fallen leaf, not minding the brown eyes staring at him. Seeing that little soul made him think about the large world in which they lived in.
Others were probably looking down at him, in the same way he looked down upon the small ant. The insect crawled further over the leaf, down a stone, slipped over the dew and fell into a little hole. Helplessly, the little insect tried to get out of the confinement, wriggling his legs. He still looked down below, observing the struggle and sensing a tinge of despair at not being able to help out. Eventually he walked away, towards the fence and thought about the ant resting and maybe accepting his new destiny in the hole. Was he so different from the little worker? The fence stood taller than him, he too was unable to get away.
He felt sorry for himself, the passive ways had now become part of his character. He looked up at the Sun, shining bright and illuminating the path he walked on. That star was the ultimate being, seeing all and still offering a warm embrace. Why couldn't he be like her? Free and yet with a purpose, to love.
The wind blew the fence a bit open, it creeched and drew his attention. Five steps and maybe he could be like the Sun.

Silence

Enchanted by the vivid color green
Silence is the only true friend I've seen
He told me, while we were walking in the past
That true Happiness never lasts.

Don't strive to chase after the Wind
It merely dances out of your hands
Like Fortunes whisper only reaches
The ear that not depends.

The key to fulfilling your dreams

Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Simon and Garfunkel - Bright eyes
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"I hope, I dream, I do!"  The power of hope in fulfilling your dreams and actually DOING them.
The phrase above was written on a poster on the wall of my English class. It triggered a waterfall of thoughts inside of me, questioning the truth of this matter.
Is Hope such a powerful emotion that it can move mountains and lead us, with our stubborn egos, to do what we dream of?
I´d like to say yes. Hope can thrive in the darkest times and driest deserts. People who only have known oppression still carry a little spark in their eyes, the light of hope reflects in
their hearts. Once they have the strong feeling that everything somehow will be better, once they hope, then they are mentally ready to make the big change and break out of the cage
of their misery, either caused by others or by themselves.
Many people are stuck in the mindset that life merely offers pain and neverending sorrow, and they are often egoistic in claiming that everyone has turned against them. Every slap in their face has, according to those people, the sole function to hurt them, let them feel the burn of living on this planet. That is not true. We can choose to turn the other cheek at life and let it slap us twice, or we can stop its hand in the air and ask it: ´Why do you wish to hurt me? Enlighten me on this matter?´.

 Each obstacle we see in front of us, the last, the current and the next burden we have to carry is brought to us to learn from it. See pain as an injection with a virus, it does a bit
of mental and physical damage, but our soul eventually makes antibodies against it. We slowly get better and feel stronger than ever. Our mind has learned how to cope with the
distress. We have the tools and are experienced now. Life has healed us.
Once people have seen the true intentions of this short phase called "life", then they are open to constructive emotions as hope and love. We need to have both eyes inside, to see the progress and growth of our soul, and outside, to still see what´s happening out there.
The next logical step in an healthy humans mind is to think about the future, thus dream. Dreaming is mostly seen as irrational and more as a waste of productive time. Current society expects us to behave as robots, whose only purpose is to work and be succesful. Yet dreaming is highly productive and a balm for our souls.
 I can´t say that we don´t need to keep our feet on the ground at times, but we need to look upwards, reach out to the Sun and dream of better things.
Dreaming and hoping form a circle, the one makes the other stronger. When the strength grows, we form a certain passion for it. This is the direct path to action.
Dreams to which no action follows are a pass time, and to me eventually an empty shell. Many people carry regrets due to missed chances. The passion was there, still is, they were somehow afraid to take the jump. This is one of the biggest mistakes we can make, our minds stop us, making excuses (whether based on reason or not) to stop following our heart.
My goal in life is to never stop hoping, always keep dreaming and do the things I want to do.

Citylights

The citylights blend in the empty night.
A vague idea of going nowhere haunts my mind.
Driving in a desert with your shadow on the side.
Words fell like rain, vaporized
Nothing left behind.
Only silence clouded the speed of sound.
We became light, we faded from the ground.
Homes disappeared along with the dreams that kept us bound.
The thin air tore at our lungs
We sensed, we were found.

Seasons

Winter tears falling like Autumn leaves
White matching the gray air I breathe
Breathing a colour that my heart slowly fades into.
Every season has its own tears.

You came with Summer, brought the Sun
Spread rays of yellow, took away the hurt
I welcomed the change, followed a trace
Leading over the sand, into your warm embrace.

There we stood, holding, even when the clouds came
Predicting darker times, Autumn rains
Hope never died even when the wind tore our worlds apart
I still know that you will be found by my loving heart.

Spring will come.