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Sun shining at your face
But no longer the warmth of summer
And neather winter's chill
All the things are coming together now
As summer's end is drawing near

moments when you realize
You no longer have anything of a girl
but are yet already
reaching the end of the world

No one has eternal youth

As believes turn to truth
When future and past meet
Where old and young collide
Greeting the other like old aquitnances

At summer's end

Childish spring, only a distant memery
And summer's dying fast
when autumn approaches

At summer's end

The third age drawing near
Era of aging, an end becoming clear
No long visions of a far future,
Causing fear

Enjoy life while it lasts
Before the first leaves fall

At summer's end

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April 4th 2008 

I am a satelite
Searing through the universe
Collecting evidence,
Could it be
The meaning of life

Coming near the stars
Almost becoming one myself
Sending you the images
Inside my 'mind'
Blue Earth, is there anybody there?

Satelites, all connected
to our world
Satelites, lonely
But not alone

[I am] A satelite
An extention of
You on earth
Showing you an universe
[which] you cannot see below

Coming near the stars
Almost becoming one myself
Sending you the images
Inside my 'mind'
Blue Earth, is there anybody there?

Blue Earth, is anybody there?

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April 16th 2008

Communicate with me
Speak with me
Through the mists of Opium
Reveal the truth
Of a man far away
In drunken dreams

Write me a song
Full of drunkness
And tell me a thing
Of which you won't remember
A thing
When you return to life

Speak of the lies
which you sold for truth
You'll sell them tomorrow, again
And I will smile and buy
As I think of your drunk[en] song

Remember the girls whom you loved before
For a night
Did you laugh as you do to me
Before you fell
Into drunken men's sleep

You look
As innocent... as a mischieveous child
But mine,
If only for the night

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April 16th 2008 

Without thinking
Once, a split second
I closed m eyes
And removed from my sight,
I knew
You'd jump and...

Rise to the occassion
try not to waste another second
Try to reopen your eyes

I kept my eyes closed
From that very second
Refusing to consider
wasting a single thought
to see...

is not to feel...

Make believe is all that seems
In this world of eyes unopened
Moments I witnessed with grey eyes
Unclosed
And I know...

to see...

is not to feel/know...

I should have noticed before
I should have...

Risen to the occassion
try not to waste another second
Try to reopen your eyes

Waste not another second...

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April 16th 2008 

Red sand...

An endless amount of time
Inside an hourglass
A piece of desert
In my hand

Open it, and time
will fly
Away through time
Through space, through the sky

Sandstorm
When the hourglass
Is turned around
Another eternity begins
and lasts
Until the hour ends

Time goes on...
Forever more
through the passing of

Red sand...

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April 16th 2008 

Waking up
The sun shining in your face
On Sunday morning

Dozing off again
The world not there yet
For just a little
Amount of time

Letting dreams
Go free while
Your eyes are already open

Displaying fantasies
In early morning's light
On Sunday morning

Try to forget
What kept you from sleeping
Past night
The nightmares, silly doubts
Have no importance now

Worries can wait for
a little while
Can wait for just
Another night
In early Sunday's light

Half waking, half dreaming
Lying there not quite awake
In early Sunday's light

And forget to remember
all that bothers you
In Sunday morning's light

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April 16th 2008 

The story of Lady Guinevere, wife of the legendary King Arthur, concerning her feelings towards Sir Lancelot, best friend and cousin to the King.

She caused her own
downfall
By not knowing what
the other meant

Feelings she could not
Quite notice
And neither give
A place

Caused her
own cursing
As she could not
Speak her mind

Could not even notice
Anything
In her mirror's
Magic sight

Which turned out
to be quite blind
When she needed it

Mirror's magic sight

Behind the walls of
her desire
She struggled to
give it all a place
When lust caused the
Curse

It is not true that
She feels no lust
It wass exactly lust
Which caused
her curse

When lust evokes the curse....

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April 16th 2008 

This night
I will look at
The sky
Count the stars
And make a wish upon them

This night
I will be rid
Of silly dreams
And terrifying moments
I will stay awayke till
The first morning light

This night,
Like a daydream
but at night
Dreaming with eyes wide open
And the curtains closed

I shall dream without
disturbance
Without anyone making
a sound

This night
Like any other
Brings the freedom
Which in daylight
Never seems to last

This night
It will seem as if
The world is without a past
And this first night
I know, will never last

In the end,
Morning always
Comes too soon...

But for now,

There always is
The night

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April 16th 2008 

Twisting and turning
That is how we always
Escaped
Thought it would be
Easier to lie
To say that there were
Soothening circumstances

Twisting and
Turning in every
possible direction
Just to avoid
Any possible consequence

We twisted our way
Out of any punishment
Scemed with my words
Like deadly weapons
the only one
I thought to possess

Twisting and
Turning
In every possible direction
Just to avoid
Any possible consequence

But through the twisting
And the inevitable turning
I still
Kept this truth inside my mind
Knowing inside
It still was wrong

Twisting and
turning
In every possible direction
Just to avoid
Any possible

consequence...

But this knowledge
Barely changes any
Barely changes a
thing
And so - even for
a little while -
this music will play
on

Twisting and
Turning...

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April 16th 2008 

Always on sale
Ready for action
Ready to come alive
Like a toy,
Operating on a coin

Tossing in a
Penny, I'd give
A pound for
Your thoughts
I'll trade mine
For the love of a toy

Always a fair
Trade relation
Exchaning money
For thoughts
And those for love

Perfect behaviour,
As could be expected
from day one
[when] I threw in
a quarter

Just for a little bit of fun
Oh I just want to
Have fun
With this coin-operating
toy

... coin-operating boy

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April 17th 2008 

It is the portrait of
A dream
These pieces of a life
puzzled together
inside a box
Which once enclosed
Shoes

It is the portrait of
reality
Reality crude but
real
Real is what is
Not meant to be

Reality inside a
box...
Can it really be?

It is the portrait of a
Person whom is not
Meant to be
Inside this box
A personality
flew away
long ago

Keeping it there
Deep inside the
Closet
As a reminder of
What cannot be
said goodbye
to

Reality inside a box
Can it really be
True?

Of course it can
Photographed lips
Don't tell a lie
And drawn lips
cannot ask
me 'why'

Reality inside a
box...

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April 17th 2008 

Blood red bracelet
Worn around her wrist
On the left
side

Ana's sign

Blood red bracelet
Reminding her
Not to eat
Look at it

Ana's Creed

Blood red bracelet
It's the story
Of a girl
Who just wants
To be thin

Ana can be
Found within

Blood red bracelet
Like the touch of
A best friend
Without the stupid
words,
Without the silly
Stare

Ana is always
there

Blood red bracelet...

Ana's sign

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April 18th 2008 

A laugh
A silly flirt
Back when things
Were easy
Wass all that was
required

It wasn't soon for them to
fall for
Cupid's stupid game
An other
love could never
be the same

Finding out the
Whole thing together
Redefined the
Boundaries
Of Cupid's silly
game

A moment of re-
Consideration
A moment of doubt
Could change
Pretty much
All of these
Things

And it was another
of Cupid's
tearful games

So much time
ahead
IT turned out
IOne does
never forget his
First love

From the days
When things were
Easy...

And no one can
Forget Cupid's
Youthful play

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April 18th 1008 

With every whipe
Made with the
Tiny brush,
With every line
drawn
Or painted
Another piece
Of the puzzle
Is created

A world of make-
believe
Where tiny fairies
Fly
And where Ophelia
is never drowning,
But where she floats
 
In the lake
Which I painted,
With all
The shades of blue
A drop is falling
Down 

Rain or tears
It is all the same
Really, it is...
In here 

A world of fantasy
But very real

Where Hamlet
Could see
His father's ghost
And Rimbaud sits
Writing by the
Lake,
By the waterside

Writing words
That shape a world,
Alike to mine
But colourless
Because the words
written
Are my creation
And I decide for them
to be white 

A world of mystery
And beauty
It is a creation
Of mine... 

My own fairies' world...
My own Fairy tale... 

Infinite fairytale...

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April 20th, 2008 

It's only a year
Or so
Until time goes on
Before the clock starts
Ticking back
Before life ends

From one to ten
and ten to zero
When the clock
starts
ticking back
To nothingness
 
But to get there
Will take a year,
Or so 

From existence to
Childhood
Into non-being
It will take just
a year

Enjoy the seconds
Before the clock
strikes
And goes back

And when the clock
Starts ticking...

It's only a year...

Or so...

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April 20th, 2008

No matter
what I say
The clock won't
Yet stop
And the road
Won't end
Not here, not there

Never been the
one to run and
Seek for cover
No seeking for
protective
Measures
For me

The road goes
on
And I won't
bother to
stray
From my
solitary ways
Not here, not there

I refuse to believe
In deep shadows
And in brilliant
Highlights
Just follow the road
And everything is
Fine
Both here and
there 

Not there yet,
I'm not there
The road goes
always on
But I'll always be around
here and there

When needed,
I'll be here
 
I'm not there...

I'm not there
Yet,
I'm not there 

Capturing only
Facets but never
The whole girl 

Because, every
moment when
You've got
A hold of her
She
Mysteriously
Disappears 

A sudden change
And I will find
A pearl
Safely inside
the oister,
Once more

She is a mystery
By whiles
Open and extravert
Closed off and shy

However,
Mysteries are there
To be solved
And fear
Won't forever
be

Step by step
As walking on a rope
She'll get
beyond [them] 

She's not there
yet,
But she'll get there
She'll be there
She just needs love,
And time 

Fears won't
Forever
Be... 

I'm not there...
I'm not there yet...

I'm not there yet...

øøø

APril 20th, 2008 

Maybe my
Wish to be freed
Of all
That restricts me
Is a desire
To be like
Icarus

Flying high
Above
All that held
Me captured
On wings
Made out of
Feelings of
Being sure of
Myself

Icarus had Daedelus
Whom helped him
Flee
And I
Have you
Learning me to fly
Being Icarus

Flying high
Above
All that kept
Me down
On wings created
By time

Being like Icarus
But there is no sun
Which will force
Me down
Forcing me down
Like Icarus

Flying high
Above
All that kept me
From expressing
What I think
And feel
Flying on wings
Made from
Love

Maybe I will trip
By every while
Falling down into
An abyss
Hoping you will help
Me out again

Being Icarus...

Flying above
All that caused
such problems
On wings made
Of material that
Never will melt

Being Icarus...

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April 21th, 2008 

It is a Quiet world,
There by the sea

Looking at the waves,
Hearing the sound
Of the waves
As they are
Crushing on the shore
Crushing, as I tear
A paper with a poem 

It is a quiet world,
There by the sea 

Birds are soaring
Through the sky above me
And I wish I could
Fly with them,
Away from the grey shore
And this grey life,
Without much colour

Quiet world, there by
The sea
Where no one bothers me
Except a consciousness
Which will not leave
Me alone 

Quiet world, there by
The sea

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April 22th, 2008 

First light
Peering through
the curtain,
Time for me to
Take my
Leave

I make love
To anyone
Whom is
Available
But only as long
As there is
The night

I only love...
The night...

Taking home
A pretty boy
Making love
Too hard, too fast
Leaving him to
Sleep exhausted 

When morning comes
And light comes in
Emerging in the shadows
Leaving him to
Waking up
Alone
Believing it was
Just a dream

I am a dream...

Only loving
The night...

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April 22th, 2008 

I may have
Judged too
Soon, too fast
Waiting for my
Words
To be thrown
Back
Into my face

But they are
Always taken
in,
Never thrown back
at me
As she accepts them
And looks sad

And I'd wish
She'd just hit me
Instead of looking
Away,
Hiding her face
In the fabric of
My shirt

I'd wish she
would look at me
With eyes full
of tears, instead of
Biting them
away,
Refusing to look
At me

Wishing one day
She would just
say
What is on
Her mind

Wishing she would
just believe me
If I told her
She looks pretty
Or that her eyes
Are beautiful
But then again,
I know all
Too well
That it is not likely
To happen

But no matter what
Happens
There always
Is that smile
Which can make the
Sun go shine

There always is
That smile...

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April 22th, 2008 

Weaving dreams
From pieces
And words
Weaving dreams
Which even a
Dreamcatcher can
Not hold
Back

Weaving dreams
Into a cloth
A plaid of hopes
And wishes
A life made
Up from dreams

A life of
make believe

Weaving dreams
To harbour the
Love one feels
For real
It's not to be
Shared outside one's
Dreamed land

Dreaming a lifetime
From the cradle
Until the end 

Weaving dreams...

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April 24th, 2008 

I may have met you
But I do not
Remember
In my mind you were
Simply always
There

The time without you
Has become
A blur
A shade of grey,
or blue

The day I met you
Does not exist...
In my mind

Rational and emotion
Are quite different
As some things may
be real...
They can still be
A dream

Subconsciously,
It still can be
A dream

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April 24th, 2008 

I give you the
World
In the shape
you've always wanted
it to be

And if you
Ask me
What I do for a living
I tell you...
I am an architect

I create
Lies to live in
Lies which enclose
You like
A home

And if you
Ask me
What I do for a living
I tell you...
I am an architect

I give you
That what you
Desire
And refuse to
Share all
That would make
You sad

That what I tell you,
Are no stories
But architecture
Of my mind

I am...

An architect of worlds...

I am...

An architect of lies...

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April 25th, 2008

Lonely tower
In the nothingness
Of green woods
Cut off from
All humanity

Forgotten or undiscovered
In this wilderness
It is all the same
Because no living
Soul is passing by
But birds

Slowly becoming
A portrait of decay
Of erosion
Based on
The weather
And the wind
Leaving but a
Hill of sand and brick
Where once a
Tower stood
Full of pride

Remniscent of forgotten days
When man lived in
These woods
And hunted deer!
Alas! The old days are over
Leaving the old tower
To be erased by
Wind and time

Every trace of
The lonely tower,
Covered by green
Slowly disappear,
Until the old tower
Is no more

The old tower
Is no more...

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April 25th, 2008

Illogical, diving down
A leap into nothingness
Without much reason
From great height,
Or so it seems
In human eyes

Conquering one's fear
By giving into
A free fall
Giving into
Coincidence's hand

A moment of floathing
Before gravity sets in
A leap for another second of
Safety
For another moment above all
Before inevitable giving in
To a slow fall

Moments without reason
Between ground
And sky
Only for the feeling
Of adrenalin
In your body
Going wild

And I stand, there
Safely,
With both feet upon
the ground
Wondering why
You want to feel
As if you fly

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April 26th, 2008

Two seconds
And a tear will
Glinster
At the corner
Of her eye
Two seconds
Crushing a hope
And building a dream

Two seconds
Of silence
Before your news
Will settle in
Two seconds of
Shock,
That cause a tear
To fall

Two seconds,
And it feels as if
Before,
Has never been
Two seconds
between us

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April 26th, 2008

Breaking out of
The corset restraining you
And singing to
Every tune you like

Dancing to all the music
That you usually dislike,
The pulish used to
Coat yourself
Is going to show bursts
For a moment you
Are not a refined lady
But simply a girl

Dancing to the tunes
Which are actually
Played too loud
Works liberating
Makes you feel
Happy but a bit uneasy
As it is not quite
What you are
Used to

And when you wake
Up in the morning
You are not entirely
Sure
Whether last night,
Was actually true
Whether the girl
Whom was partying
Was actually you

You might actually
Give it another try
And then, you will
Dance to the first
Morning light

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April 27th, 2008

Living next to each other
I do not even know
Her name
Hello stranger, I say
And she smiles

It is that simple
To connect
So then, why make
So much drama
Out of it?

Your behaviour limits
The space where
You can move
Restricts your way
of thought

She wears a burka
Well, I dress up all in black
It doesn't make her
or me
Any less

It is oh so easy to
Hate
Because you only
Have to close off
From the world
And live inside your own

Don't you feel alone?

In your limited world
You are all on your own

In your world,
You are alone...

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Obviously, this is not my best poem, so I'd like to explain why I uploaded it anyway: I was thinking about politicians as Wilders and Verdonk, whom close their eyes for the beauty of a multicultural society, and judge many people, based upon the acts of one idiot.
It is something which I can not understand, and consider to be very limited thinking. Try to think outside the 'us' and 'them' boxes, and you'll see that it makes life prettier!

So far the little moral of this poem.

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April 27th, 2008

Reading all those
Things
Brings them closer
Even though
They stand so far
Away from me

Reading it,
Makes me realize
How lovely my world
Is and how many
Possibilities are
Lying there

Reading it, brings back
The world to a country
And this country, to
The size of a very
Small town

Reading it,
It makes me sad
And it makes me smile
Or think
The words I read
Connect events for me
And make me see
them in
Perspective

These words I read
They connect the world
From May-sur-Orne to
Sparta, United States

The words I read...

They connect
You to me....
Tell me, what is the news today?

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April 27th, 2008

Pretending as if it
Is nothing
Sillyness
Of a confused girl

But I
Do know that
There lies meaning
Behind the words
Which you so carefully
Speak

Words hidden
Behind words
A meaning which
Always was
Left unspoken

Hidden messages
In all the likes
Of communication,
Inbetween
You and me
Or so... It seems

I keep findying
Connections
Tiny red lines
Traces of a
Piece of insanity
Inside my mind

Seekinf for hidden
Meaning
You may think I do
So in vain
But there are still
The tears
Which glinster in
my eye
Showing something
Inside is wrong

Tears to be found
Are spilt without
Much meaning
Because an explanation
Can never
Be given
But they show the wayy
Like a lighthouse
Through the cliffs
In the water of the
Salty sea

Find a safer way
Through confused
Connections
And imaginary messages
Which I thought
To see

A safer way through
The minefield
In side my mind
A safer road
To me

Øøø

May 1st, 2008

Surrounded by concrete,
A cement Grave
Burried for yet another day

There is an angel in my pocket
Telling me the news
From many friends
Proving I have
Not been forgotten
Inside this concrete shell 

In this building
Which surrounds me
Like a concrete
Shell
I feel as if I could
Survive tempest
And hurricane
As long as
There is this
Little angel
At hand

There is an angel
On my shoulder
In this concrete
Hell

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May 4th, 2008 

Beyond understanding
Of the moment
Is quite safe
Keeping myself apart
From a world
Where I do not
Feel at home
Beyond the moment
In a temporary vacum
I return to myself
Where no one can touch  

A moment of me
A moment, pressure-free 

Beyond the moment...

A moment of me...
Carefree...

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May 4th, 2008 

My temporary silence
Does not mean
I do not speak
The fact
That the cat
Got hold of
My tongue
Does not mean
I can’t tell you
What I think

Frowning or
Smiling,
Still, I can be
Read like a book
But you’d have
To open your eyes

With your eyes open,
Everything will become more clear
Try to notice
Every small detail
Which will become
quite dear
 
And many things
Unspoken
Can be left unsaid
But until you’d open
Your eyes
Many things will be left
Unsaid
 
Frowning or
Smiling,
There are things
Unnecessary to say

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May 4th, 2008 

A second of silence
One tends
To need a moment
For oneself

No matter how small
It can clear up
A darkened sky 

And though you deem
It pointless
It is a falling star
Ready to be wished upon
 
A moment of patience
A second to act
In a way which
You quite like
And though, it is only
For a second
It is mine.

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May 4th, 2008 

Numbers dancing
In front of my
Eyes
On a page
Better left blank
Without a hint
Of reason

Analyzing a formula
Without understanding
What to do
With it
No need for
Understanding
Just for doing like
A robot,
On automatic
Pilot

There is no need
For love
And neither for finesse
For feeling anything
At all
Numbening numbers
Opposing vivid
Language
Full of life 

These numbers won’t
Stop going
Will not stop
Their crazy-making
Dance
Put aside the language of
Letters
Trade it in for this
Just let go
And give in

The dance of numbers...

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May 4th, 2008 

Rain pouring,
A guarantee for
Feeling down
Drops on my windowstill
Making the world
Boring and grey

Everything clouded
I should be feeling bad
Close to falling
Into holes
Opposed to wonderland
Away from where
I actually belong
Obscure and dark
Though quite normal
For me

But you wouldn’t
Let me
Trying to talk sense
Into me
Though I felt
As if the world
Was crashing inside
My mind

Raining in and outside
But rain does not
Have any meaning
Though I won’t
Feel better
About myself

Rain still pouring
Down on me
You kept holding
An umbrella
Though I kept ignoring,
So you got wet
Also
You got me to see
That I was silly
Getting myself
Only to be ill

Showing me
To get out of the
Rain
Still wet
But at least inside
It is just water
I could change,
Everything will dry

Just give me
A little bit of time

Rain pouring
Is it really a
Reason to
Feel down?

ø

I’m glad you did not
Want to leave me
In the rain...

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May 17th, 2008 

The boy whom is
Lying on my bed
Is not even twenty
The girl next to him
Is even younger

A child,
But with the promise
Of a future,
Of a woman there
Flower blossoming
In spring

A fresh flower
Still inside the bud
A little green,
Not quite there
Still a girl,
Relucant to open
And grow

A flower painted
In  watercolours
Instead of oil

A flower delicate
In lazy light of
Spring day
Is it a tear or
Only dew?

The boy on my bed
He can’t do much
But talk and wait
The girl next to him
She is a rose,
And gardener too

Exquisite flower
She does not grow
Like this in the wild
A little watering, and pruning
Cutting away
What is too much
Beauty is created
When there is nothing
Left to remove

Only one flower...
She never promised you
A rose garden...

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May 21st, 2008 

Dreaming and thinking
Philsophizing
The way summer
Always gets
Spent

Used to enjoy it
Now passing time
By counting
And killing time
By waiting till
It passes by

Summer times
Always slowly pass
By
An era in three
Weeks
Minus a couple
Days or so

Spent writing
And reading
Occupied on
Nothingnes

Three weeks
In a mobile
Prison
Going everywhere
Neverlasting impression
Of what goes around

Car moving on
Staring out the
Window, dreaming
Never noticing what
Passes by
Outside

So much for blessed
Summertime

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June 9th, 2008 

A feeling from the outside,
Telling me that it all
Should be different,
{that} I shouldn't try
To change
Though there is a
Red moon

Indicating new times
Standing at you door
At the line
Between two era's

Time for a feeling from
The outside,
When the inside
no longer really counts,
So slightly masochistic
But no less a truth

A feeling from the outside
Which feels like a mistake
Not quite under you
influence - not a game
But still always
Ready to play
With a little risk

A new feeling
But from outside
Not in your hands in
Any way
But still always there
With you
A game, is it? A
Mistake
A feeling leading
you, the way
Is it really okay,
This feeling from outside...

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June 16th, 2008

Drunk, a little bit
Still in love
Drank bare words
Which I had stripped
From all meaning
Stripped from all romance
And they form a tune

Words creating a sweet lyric
Reading for sing-a-song
Without all soft and quiet
The roughness of a
night without sleep
Drunken boat on
A sea of sleep

Romance with a sentence
And no more

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June 16th, 2008