Mijn gedichten zijn vrijwel altijd autobiografisch geschreven, ik baseer alles op mijn eigen ervaringen, gevoelens en blablabla..
Your Downward Spiral
Dreams, fantasies, utopias
Are all like a drug to me
With their temporary effects
And promises they don't keep
I’m misery, yet disdain company
Self destruction is ours to share
Take me in your downward spiral
With all of your burdens I’ll bear
The Ugly Cry of Relief
Teardrops
trickle down her cheek
Across her face forming little streams
Lying in bed, feeling weak
Holding the pillow, as she screams
Secretly, not wanting to hold back
Trying to let go all of the pain
She's been following the wrong track
To the edge of becoming insane
It's seems to have been such a long time
Since she cried and stopped standing strong
It almost feels like a fucking crime
Though she is doing nothing wrong
Suddenly it stops, it's all gone
Emptiness starts to replace the sorrow
She's regaining her usual brawn
As her spirit looks for tomorrow
A few blinks with her bleary eyes
Drying the tears which were left behind
She falls asleep, and dreams, and flies
Starting a journey through a clear mind
That house
This obliged band I do not want makes me feel nostalgic
about something so strange to me
Where the sun shines outside that house
but somehow fails to brighten up my mind
inside that house
That strange house,
yet so familiar
A floor so cold, the seats feel rugged
Painful memories, dripping from the walls.
The present-day intimacy and happiness are fake
An attempt to mask the early days
Still there’s the need to return to that house
Far away from home, but always an empty part of me.
The Death of Peter Pan
Answers and explanation
Are what I secretly crave
But it’s probably for the best
You took it all to your grave
An inspiration to the world
Even to those who refused to see
He who never wanted to grow up
Is in our hearts, forever free
A mystery to every single one of us
On stage looking happy for a while
Whatever we would do to you
You kept blessing us with your smile
Prejudice is ignorance
The people take, Michael gives
Still you’ll dance and sing forever
The king is dead, the legend lives.
R.I.P. Michael Jackson
