Vrede
Rust
Voel je bevrijd
Vrede
Eind
Der oorlogstijd
Vrede
Plek
Voor je verhaal
Vrede
Angsten
Minimaal
Vrede
Geluk
Elkaar weer te zien
Vrede
Onvrede
Over vrede misschien
Vrede
Groot
In zijn betekenis
Vrede
Verwarmend
En vergiffenis
Vrede
Leven
Zonder pijn
Laat het altijd Vrede zijn.
Raven
The reason I wrote this poem was because I had to write a few poems for a school's paper. This is one that actually made it into it xD. Well, there were five days, each day one, so I wrote five, but I wasn't the only one and there were multiple pieces each day, but not enough space to enter all of my poems.. I don't care, that's the solemn reason I did wrote five poems and.. Whatever.
It's about "vrede"(peace) and I thought it was a mass of inspiration. Because with all these wars going on and my brother who has fought in one of them too, peace is very precious and I'm glad my brother's still alive, though I don't know where he is now, but he is and I'm glad. So peace~!
12/08/2008
12/06/2008
Gevoelloos
Het glanzend zilver in mijn huid
De vallende druppels rood bloed
Verdoofd, verblind, verlamd
Niets dat me nu iets doet
Ik voel geen haat of woede,
Maar ook geen liefde of gemis
Zelfs niet de pijn die binnen
Diep van binnen in mij is.
Ik voel geen kou of warmte
Geen emotie en geen pijn
Al had ik nooit verwacht dat
Deze leegte zo fijn kon zijn
Ik voel geen zachte streling
of warme armen om me heen
Ik heb geen enkel gevoel
Enkel het begrip, hulpeloos alleen
Niemand die het begrijpt
Geen enkele vorm van begrip
Niemand die het verwacht
Eindigend in een dip
Een gedachte, geen woorden
Is er iemand die het werkelijk kent
Die vreselijke gedachte
Dat je gevoelloos bent?
Raven
This is the Dutch version of "Senseless". (See the archive for November 2008) The English version has inspired me to write this one for a friend of mine, who was bad at the English Language, so he would understand how I felt so he would't hurt me by mistake. It did help, and I felt relieved after writing these two poems, so it wasn't bad at all. =)
De vallende druppels rood bloed
Verdoofd, verblind, verlamd
Niets dat me nu iets doet
Ik voel geen haat of woede,
Maar ook geen liefde of gemis
Zelfs niet de pijn die binnen
Diep van binnen in mij is.
Ik voel geen kou of warmte
Geen emotie en geen pijn
Al had ik nooit verwacht dat
Deze leegte zo fijn kon zijn
Ik voel geen zachte streling
of warme armen om me heen
Ik heb geen enkel gevoel
Enkel het begrip, hulpeloos alleen
Niemand die het begrijpt
Geen enkele vorm van begrip
Niemand die het verwacht
Eindigend in een dip
Een gedachte, geen woorden
Is er iemand die het werkelijk kent
Die vreselijke gedachte
Dat je gevoelloos bent?
Raven
This is the Dutch version of "Senseless". (See the archive for November 2008) The English version has inspired me to write this one for a friend of mine, who was bad at the English Language, so he would understand how I felt so he would't hurt me by mistake. It did help, and I felt relieved after writing these two poems, so it wasn't bad at all. =)
11/30/2008
Senseless
No Shivers down my back
No tenderness across my skin
No anger buried in my heart
No trust that settles within
No caring arms around my neck
No soft kiss on my lips
No warmth, no caress, no love
No tickling in my fingertips
No wounds or scars on my legs
No hatred that drives me insane
No words that breaks my self-esteem
No such thing that represents pain
I feel nothing
I'm frozen, a stone
Senseless, heartless
Cold and alone
No pain, no hurt
No love has ever occured
I can't laugh, nor can I worry
The only thing I can say is:
"I'm sorry."
Raven
The time I wrote this poem, I had troubles with my feelings, feelings I had kept too long unspoken, too long kept away, not thinking nor feeling it. It somehow gave me a numb feeling, like nothing ever could make me happy. I'm feeling better now..
I'm very happy with this poem, it's not perfect, nothing can be perfect, but I like it. It's very emotional.
No tenderness across my skin
No anger buried in my heart
No trust that settles within
No caring arms around my neck
No soft kiss on my lips
No warmth, no caress, no love
No tickling in my fingertips
No wounds or scars on my legs
No hatred that drives me insane
No words that breaks my self-esteem
No such thing that represents pain
I feel nothing
I'm frozen, a stone
Senseless, heartless
Cold and alone
No pain, no hurt
No love has ever occured
I can't laugh, nor can I worry
The only thing I can say is:
"I'm sorry."
Raven
The time I wrote this poem, I had troubles with my feelings, feelings I had kept too long unspoken, too long kept away, not thinking nor feeling it. It somehow gave me a numb feeling, like nothing ever could make me happy. I'm feeling better now..
I'm very happy with this poem, it's not perfect, nothing can be perfect, but I like it. It's very emotional.
11/25/2008
Hidden Poem
In a crowded place
The image of a friend's face
Rain pouring down her cheek
I play hide and seek
Cried over my dress of lace"
Many emotions have spoiled
Times have come and have destroyed
I sing of the pure flower and a cotton cloud
Have pulled and hurt and screamed out loud
Tried anything but to get others annoyed
To live this life just happily
Tell others that the shadow once was me
You brought the shining in my smile
How I hope you'll be here for a while
I hoped, these feelings, if you could see
Feel like life is not what it seem
Is there really a place of cotton cream?
This fantasy I had of the one I care about
Somehow showed it can't make me proud
Real is nowhere real but in a dream
Raven
Well, as the title says there's a hidden Poem in this poem, and it's quite obvious to find. I wrote this to someone I like more than just being friends. A feeling I can't describe, but which has a siple fourletteredname. Love. It's not like the feeling just sinked somewhere, I just felt like writing this down. I hope she recognizes the hidden poem I already have sent her. It's obvious. But still, Love hurts..
The image of a friend's face
Rain pouring down her cheek
I play hide and seek
Cried over my dress of lace"
Many emotions have spoiled
Times have come and have destroyed
I sing of the pure flower and a cotton cloud
Have pulled and hurt and screamed out loud
Tried anything but to get others annoyed
To live this life just happily
Tell others that the shadow once was me
You brought the shining in my smile
How I hope you'll be here for a while
I hoped, these feelings, if you could see
Feel like life is not what it seem
Is there really a place of cotton cream?
This fantasy I had of the one I care about
Somehow showed it can't make me proud
Real is nowhere real but in a dream
Raven
Well, as the title says there's a hidden Poem in this poem, and it's quite obvious to find. I wrote this to someone I like more than just being friends. A feeling I can't describe, but which has a siple fourletteredname. Love. It's not like the feeling just sinked somewhere, I just felt like writing this down. I hope she recognizes the hidden poem I already have sent her. It's obvious. But still, Love hurts..
I'm Drawing A Picture
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Green
I'm drawing plants and pretty eyes
The prettiest I have seen.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Red
I'm drawing lips and butterflies
And more things that I've had.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Brown
I'm drawing skirts and evening dresses
And a golden Crown.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Yellow
I'm drawing shirts and silken skins
Smooth and soft and mellowed.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with White
I'm drawing snowflakes, birds and clouds
They make the picture bright.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Pink
I'm drawing hearts and creamy stars
And have to dry the ink.
I'm drawing a Picture.
I colour it with Blue
I'm drawing it with every colour
I'm drawing it for you!
Raven
Well, a more happier poem than most of you are expecting from me, I'm very happy with it so I hope you like it too!
I colour it with Green
I'm drawing plants and pretty eyes
The prettiest I have seen.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Red
I'm drawing lips and butterflies
And more things that I've had.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Brown
I'm drawing skirts and evening dresses
And a golden Crown.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Yellow
I'm drawing shirts and silken skins
Smooth and soft and mellowed.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with White
I'm drawing snowflakes, birds and clouds
They make the picture bright.
I'm drawing a Picture
I colour it with Pink
I'm drawing hearts and creamy stars
And have to dry the ink.
I'm drawing a Picture.
I colour it with Blue
I'm drawing it with every colour
I'm drawing it for you!
Raven
Well, a more happier poem than most of you are expecting from me, I'm very happy with it so I hope you like it too!
Poem
The paper is empty, as the space inside my head.
When I start with thinking, my bloody eyes turn red.
The words just keep on bleeding, and the pencil writes them down.
My inner self is leading, my thoughts inside to drown..
The paper isn't filled jet, the space is left to tear.
The ink as the emotional lock, that keeps my burning fear.
The scratches are getting wider, they grow within my sight.
The darkest colour left to color, the other one to hide.
The paper is now fulfilled, as my head is stuffed with pain.
And the lacking bit of poetry, is making me insane...
Raven
This is rather a poem, written somewhere earlier than some others, and I very much liked it. Even though it's not perfect, I just liked it. It somehow is limerick? and it's quite different than the ABAB-CDCD-EFEF poems I always make..
It's also a very emotional poem to me, and one which kind of sweeps to a scent of horror, depression, and.. well.. Just enjoy it.
Kerstboom
Elk jaar weer rond deze tijd
Zie je ze in alle huizen komen.
De op cadeautjes rustende stam,
Ja, de mooie dennenbomen.
Een grote piek in elke boom,
en slingers overal.
Heerlijk geurende dennetakken,
en onderaan een kerststal.
Maar och, ik zou toch nooit,
Een kerstboom willen zijn.
Van al dat glitterwerk en gedoe,
elke avond maar de drager zijn.
En als de sfeer is afgestorven,
En de versiering is in de doos gedaan,
Kan het niet anders, dan gebeuren,
Dat je in de open haard zult gaan.
Maar eventjes die fijne kerst,
Zo sfeervol en zo fijn.
Het gaat tenslotte om het idee,
Om allemaal bij elkaar te zijn.
Raven
Okay, this one is more simple to explain..
For the School's paper I had to write a poem, and the theme was "Christmas". So I decided to write a poem about a Christmas Tree(Kerstboom).
It ended on one of the last pages, with the excuse of not having much space left, and no one has read it, so probably no one has known the existence of this poem.. Except for those I have asked tor ead it and give feedback on it.
Zie je ze in alle huizen komen.
De op cadeautjes rustende stam,
Ja, de mooie dennenbomen.
Een grote piek in elke boom,
en slingers overal.
Heerlijk geurende dennetakken,
en onderaan een kerststal.
Maar och, ik zou toch nooit,
Een kerstboom willen zijn.
Van al dat glitterwerk en gedoe,
elke avond maar de drager zijn.
En als de sfeer is afgestorven,
En de versiering is in de doos gedaan,
Kan het niet anders, dan gebeuren,
Dat je in de open haard zult gaan.
Maar eventjes die fijne kerst,
Zo sfeervol en zo fijn.
Het gaat tenslotte om het idee,
Om allemaal bij elkaar te zijn.
Raven
Okay, this one is more simple to explain..
For the School's paper I had to write a poem, and the theme was "Christmas". So I decided to write a poem about a Christmas Tree(Kerstboom).
It ended on one of the last pages, with the excuse of not having much space left, and no one has read it, so probably no one has known the existence of this poem.. Except for those I have asked tor ead it and give feedback on it.
Cosplay
The round and mirrored yellow
Reflects a girl’s skin, smooth and mellow
Her inner self shown to the outside now
Pale faced, coincidence somehow.
She picks up a cloth, self sewed and white
Folded by the middle, not capable for a fight.
A bandage around her arms and her face
A knot in her hair, decorated with lace.
The mirrored yellow now shows a girl
Fierce standing, and in her own world.
She meets with her friends, they’re all dressed up
And continue with playing, ‘cause no one will stop…
Raven
It's been some time that I was very into Cosplay. For me, it was more then just hanging around, dressed up as Anime Characters..
For me, it was like, dressing up like someone else, putting on a mask, taking one's character, acting like how she'd act, even talk like she'd talk(I only did female cosplays, though I want to crosplay too) and being someone else.. Forgetting problems and sorrows.. Even hanging out with friends who are also dressed up, to hom I won't speak when walking around naked, like we really are, because they wouldn't understand the way I think.. But well..
I can recommend cosplay, if you want to do "something else" than you normally do.. Also, LARP is a good option too!
Reflects a girl’s skin, smooth and mellow
Her inner self shown to the outside now
Pale faced, coincidence somehow.
She picks up a cloth, self sewed and white
Folded by the middle, not capable for a fight.
A bandage around her arms and her face
A knot in her hair, decorated with lace.
The mirrored yellow now shows a girl
Fierce standing, and in her own world.
She meets with her friends, they’re all dressed up
And continue with playing, ‘cause no one will stop…
Raven
It's been some time that I was very into Cosplay. For me, it was more then just hanging around, dressed up as Anime Characters..
For me, it was like, dressing up like someone else, putting on a mask, taking one's character, acting like how she'd act, even talk like she'd talk(I only did female cosplays, though I want to crosplay too) and being someone else.. Forgetting problems and sorrows.. Even hanging out with friends who are also dressed up, to hom I won't speak when walking around naked, like we really are, because they wouldn't understand the way I think.. But well..
I can recommend cosplay, if you want to do "something else" than you normally do.. Also, LARP is a good option too!
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