Can you cry about every thing you don't like?
Seeing things you never saw... made that you cry?
Did you ever thought about that? I did.
Maybe there is some reason for it.
Can you hear me whispering?
You can, if you just listen to your heart.
Even if you think with your mind.
You will think of me.
Did you saw me in your dreams?
Or was it real.....?
Can you explain that?
What?
The feeling of this.
Tell me what this is, because I don't know.
I asked my self why?
Didn't had a clue.
Just knowing that you don't know.
Makes me think.
Why do I do that to myself?
Making my live sad, like this.
I looked for answers .
Books....books discripe it as a intense feeling inside.
Humans are lead by it.
Will that say that we depent on it?
artist call it love....
scientists call it passion....
paranormals call it the spirit....
How do I call it?
Live.....?
May we live our lives?
Can we?
I do hope so....
found this in some kind of loft room...
I wrote it myself ...
from precise 31-12-1999
special date I think .....
vrijdag 26 december 2008
HO HO HO...
Merry Chrismast everyone
and a happy new year :D
hope you enjoined
my "stuff" for this year
I'm not gonna quit...
even if nobody reads it...
then it's a diary for myself.
what are you nagging about..
JUST HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR
and keep visiting my site, please!
vrijdag 12 december 2008
Things that we think
faith
or destiney
depends
on you
and the way u choose
u may not answer
but still like the idee
of being together
with
this peacefull memorie
or destiney
depends
on you
and the way u choose
u may not answer
but still like the idee
of being together
with
this peacefull memorie
zondag 7 december 2008
A memorie I will never forget
I was standing there
waiting... waiting for her to come.
I'm sweating.
She was still coming, right?
.....
And there she was,
coming through those doors.
When I saw his face,
....... a relieve.
Almost sorrowful,
but with a smile.....
Looking at me, while standing there...
Frozen.... no sign of breathing.
Walking on that floor,
the same way that I came in.
But the way ... how she walked,
differently..... beautifuller then I ever saw her.
Coming closer to him,
saw my parents sitting on my left.
Happy?.... I do hope so.
It's my time now.
I really do love him.
Standing next to him,
makes me so happy.
Could I ever life without his kidness?
I doubt it....
It's so bright that I ...
even couldn't see the dress she was wearing.
Her smile faide away from me.
Waiting for that answer.
Standing there.... waiting for that only word,
out his mouth.
Opening my mouth... trying to say that word.
I couldn't ... I almost thought.
Where was he waiting for...
the moment was there.
Still silence... he couldn't do it.
I was looking down,
but then I looked up against her face..
now I could.
.......
Only thing what's left is her word.
It's not so easy as I thought.
Could I say the world....
YES I could
dedicated to . . . . .
waiting... waiting for her to come.
I'm sweating.
She was still coming, right?
.....
And there she was,
coming through those doors.
When I saw his face,
....... a relieve.
Almost sorrowful,
but with a smile.....
Looking at me, while standing there...
Frozen.... no sign of breathing.
Walking on that floor,
the same way that I came in.
But the way ... how she walked,
differently..... beautifuller then I ever saw her.
Coming closer to him,
saw my parents sitting on my left.
Happy?.... I do hope so.
It's my time now.
I really do love him.
Standing next to him,
makes me so happy.
Could I ever life without his kidness?
I doubt it....
It's so bright that I ...
even couldn't see the dress she was wearing.
Her smile faide away from me.
Waiting for that answer.
Standing there.... waiting for that only word,
out his mouth.
Opening my mouth... trying to say that word.
I couldn't ... I almost thought.
Where was he waiting for...
the moment was there.
Still silence... he couldn't do it.
I was looking down,
but then I looked up against her face..
now I could.
.......
Only thing what's left is her word.
It's not so easy as I thought.
Could I say the world....
YES I could
dedicated to . . . . .
vrijdag 5 december 2008
My satus lines :P
Glowing with pride to keep my family above the low waters.... do I have a choice?
Looking beyond the things we never saw will us look further
So do you and so do I... still you don't understand me. Things change after u know a person better. Will you ever going to understand me? You don't know... I know. Like I always say : loves and kisses, goodnight, sleepwell and goodluck for tomorrow.
Waiting for something to happen.... then could I wait for a very long time
Coming at a crossroad.... took another path then I usually would take. A fresh start, a new begin and a new story. But if I come back I would look at the other road.
Looking beyond the things we never saw will us look further
So do you and so do I... still you don't understand me. Things change after u know a person better. Will you ever going to understand me? You don't know... I know. Like I always say : loves and kisses, goodnight, sleepwell and goodluck for tomorrow.
Waiting for something to happen.... then could I wait for a very long time
Coming at a crossroad.... took another path then I usually would take. A fresh start, a new begin and a new story. But if I come back I would look at the other road.
woensdag 3 december 2008
Will the world ever stop? (you watched too many movies :P)
I was thinking about that, I had a lot of questions like I always do.
How the world came....
nothing and nothing is really something
and something and nothing is nothing but then againg you got
nothing and nothing makes is again something
it's like matchs, you know.
- and - = +
+ and - = -
Like a circle going around.
How the world came....
nothing and nothing is really something
and something and nothing is nothing but then againg you got
nothing and nothing makes is again something
it's like matchs, you know.
- and - = +
+ and - = -
Like a circle going around.
zaterdag 29 november 2008
Peace corp
Droping
peace full and still so normal
beautifull isn't it?
Colour of a man called ...
not finished
why are u setting it on it ?
don't know.
let them see i'm doing something
:)
peace full and still so normal
beautifull isn't it?
Colour of a man called ...
not finished
why are u setting it on it ?
don't know.
let them see i'm doing something
:)
vrijdag 28 november 2008
Always sad.....
We all know how it is when somebody died.
Sadness all over the place...
but also some people celebrate this day.
The happy days of a the life from the ones who died.
They don't want u to be sad.
You miss them but you can also live further with it
Sadness all over the place...
but also some people celebrate this day.
The happy days of a the life from the ones who died.
They don't want u to be sad.
You miss them but you can also live further with it
zaterdag 22 november 2008
A little lesson for my dear friend?
you are who you are
and
you can't change that
still
if u change your way of being
you will shut down
more..... and more
a hole for your self
hidden in the ground
only earth
no peace
though there is no sound
or wound that has to heal
only your soul
that will not heal
changing yourself
but excepting yourself
don't change for them
only
if you want
.... nobody stops you
but what may the change bring
happyness?
or just.....
and
you can't change that
still
if u change your way of being
you will shut down
more..... and more
a hole for your self
hidden in the ground
only earth
no peace
though there is no sound
or wound that has to heal
only your soul
that will not heal
changing yourself
but excepting yourself
don't change for them
only
if you want
.... nobody stops you
but what may the change bring
happyness?
or just.....
zondag 16 november 2008
zaterdag 15 november 2008
The third
Tick tack…. A ticking clock,
and it keeps ticking.
A silent sound.
It couldn’t be silence, because there is still a ticking sound.
Tick tack…. Just like a beating heart,
if it stops, then it will all end.
I’m getting closer.....,
I wonder..... is it some kind of clockwork?
Swiftly.... a watch is flowing by.
I’m facing it.
Two hands that rotate around dental cons.
The ticking stops...
were am I waiting for?
Glass flying around,
Blood and glass pieces,
over my hole face.
Dripping blood from my face....
Dark or black,
I cannot see,
........am I blind?
Trying to look,
what I see...... only blood.
How?
How was it possible to see colour,
if I’m blind....
Or am I dead?
and it keeps ticking.
A silent sound.
It couldn’t be silence, because there is still a ticking sound.
Tick tack…. Just like a beating heart,
if it stops, then it will all end.
I’m getting closer.....,
I wonder..... is it some kind of clockwork?
Swiftly.... a watch is flowing by.
I’m facing it.
Two hands that rotate around dental cons.
The ticking stops...
were am I waiting for?
Glass flying around,
Blood and glass pieces,
over my hole face.
Dripping blood from my face....
Dark or black,
I cannot see,
........am I blind?
Trying to look,
what I see...... only blood.
How?
How was it possible to see colour,
if I’m blind....
Or am I dead?
Could you answer that?
I got many questions.....and I'm going to ask them all
NO PANIC, this isn't going to be along message. And if it is, you will stop reading because you aren't interested.
I'm not going to ask them all today, my questions will never run out :P
but any way.... did u read what stands beneath my profile, I'm talking about the picture .
Could someone tell me that, please?
thank you for reading and answering ^_^
NO PANIC, this isn't going to be along message. And if it is, you will stop reading because you aren't interested.
I'm not going to ask them all today, my questions will never run out :P
but any way.... did u read what stands beneath my profile, I'm talking about the picture .
Could someone tell me that, please?
thank you for reading and answering ^_^
woensdag 12 november 2008
a little bit joy in this gloom
it is round and orange and says:
"I am an orange, I'm an orange, I'm an orange!"
What is it?
a mandarin with a big ego
hahahah very funny, huh
"I am an orange, I'm an orange, I'm an orange!"
What is it?
a mandarin with a big ego
hahahah very funny, huh
vrijdag 7 november 2008
Fighting for our family
Standing in the cold,
thinking of the happy times.
I miss my wife.
Her sweetness,
all the little things that she did.
They were the things that I enjoyed.
I miss that.
War, makes me angry,
but mostly sad.
I miss her.
No way back.
Almost like as light as a breeze.
No hope that they will be alive.
The worse thing what ever happened to me,
will it be this?
I guess god only knows that,
If he really exist.
Stairway to heaven,
isn't the road that i will take.
Just to have an answer to that question of mine?
It was my fate,
I accept that now.
Love of my family,
would keep me on the leg.
And a little bit op hope,
one step at the time.
no reason to hurry.
Each step brings me closer.
Koraci Nada
There is still hope, but .....
thinking of the happy times.
I miss my wife.
Her sweetness,
all the little things that she did.
They were the things that I enjoyed.
I miss that.
War, makes me angry,
but mostly sad.
I miss her.
No way back.
Almost like as light as a breeze.
No hope that they will be alive.
The worse thing what ever happened to me,
will it be this?
I guess god only knows that,
If he really exist.
Stairway to heaven,
isn't the road that i will take.
Just to have an answer to that question of mine?
It was my fate,
I accept that now.
Love of my family,
would keep me on the leg.
And a little bit op hope,
one step at the time.
no reason to hurry.
Each step brings me closer.
Koraci Nada
There is still hope, but .....
zondag 2 november 2008
the first one
Closed…. A closed flower,
and suddenly it opens.
A tiny, little bit of live is coming out.
Like a breath on your cheek, it will be gone for a second.
Black and yellow, with translucent wings.
It seems to be a bumbling bee.
Nothing is what it seems.
Coming out peacefully,
as if awakened from its hibernation.
Looking around,
like a hole new world opens.
Are there more worlds beyond that what we see?
Spreading the wings to make a flight,
to the unknown, new world.
The bumbling bee had an eye on the big mountain,
but the beauty of pale made the bee derived.
Nothing could be so clear as a colourless mind.
A large black bird joins this narration
The bumbling bee becomes interested in the black bird,
and follows it.
Curiosity is the source of knowledge.
It looks like this black bird has a destination.
In to a deep forest,
going in deeper and deeper.
do not know what lies behind the unknown.
And there it is so light and bright,
eyes what expand.
But these high expectations be interrupted.
A spark could cause more than you think .... but what kind of spark?
All alone......no sound,
not even a sigh of the wind.
Standing in a hole,
between light and darkness
push and pull, light and dark, strong and weak .... belance .... a thing we need.
It seems that this bird has found his destination.
Going to a huge tree,
a weeping willow.
So deplorable.
How is it possible that something beautiful can be also so sad.
A large group of white birds,
So bright, that it could be....the light?
Coming closer...and closer,
Scared bumbling bee?
wanna know more??
and suddenly it opens.
A tiny, little bit of live is coming out.
Like a breath on your cheek, it will be gone for a second.
Black and yellow, with translucent wings.
It seems to be a bumbling bee.
Nothing is what it seems.
Coming out peacefully,
as if awakened from its hibernation.
Looking around,
like a hole new world opens.
Are there more worlds beyond that what we see?
Spreading the wings to make a flight,
to the unknown, new world.
The bumbling bee had an eye on the big mountain,
but the beauty of pale made the bee derived.
Nothing could be so clear as a colourless mind.
A large black bird joins this narration
The bumbling bee becomes interested in the black bird,
and follows it.
Curiosity is the source of knowledge.
It looks like this black bird has a destination.
In to a deep forest,
going in deeper and deeper.
do not know what lies behind the unknown.
And there it is so light and bright,
eyes what expand.
But these high expectations be interrupted.
A spark could cause more than you think .... but what kind of spark?
All alone......no sound,
not even a sigh of the wind.
Standing in a hole,
between light and darkness
push and pull, light and dark, strong and weak .... belance .... a thing we need.
It seems that this bird has found his destination.
Going to a huge tree,
a weeping willow.
So deplorable.
How is it possible that something beautiful can be also so sad.
A large group of white birds,
So bright, that it could be....the light?
Coming closer...and closer,
Scared bumbling bee?
wanna know more??
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