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
:)
zaterdag 29 november 2008
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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