I
My room, in flux,
transforms
as I
exit –:
I walk the streets — just walking
I empty my thoughts as I walk faster.
No known destination…
I’ve been looking for something
but I don’t
know
what… –
can you help me?
II
A temple — in the middle
of this wasteland –.
Pillars
and a long
corridor…
——
I walk among the pillars;
I walk, but come not far.
Dreaming –
I can’t see much.
I’m looking for something:
what could it be?
Where should I look for it?
The temple wall reads:
“γνῶθι σαυτόν”
– I’ve seen this before.
III
I sit down on a bench –
in the corridor, deep within
your heart.
I look up to the sky:
a star just went supernova –
I smile, because
it reminds me of you:
the way you explode…
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| Auteur: Alexander N. Arvanitis |
Bijdrage van Rakshinra op Sep 3rd, 2009
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Captive of your constant search for affection
Observing to be observed
You need the reaction
Blinding backhead images
Daily served, easy connection
Observed by minds
Incapable to define a defenition
I dig deep therefore i decline
Creating select selection
Observing from the side I see
Universal potential in constant action
Unknown creators, almost poetic
Unknowing constantaniously creating deception
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| Auteur: M. Trabuul |
Bijdrage van RTJ1 op May 21st, 2009
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Do you ever wonder what it takes to change a life,
One single moment,
Can blur the unclear,
Fears that prevented you to live,
And agony that protected your heart to ever love again,
One single person,
Can bring a new perspective,
A reason to live,
A glimpse of light after all of the darkness,
One single moment,
One single person,
And the funniest thing is they probably won't even know it,
Makes you wonder how many lives you've changed.
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| Auteur: Matthew Jacobsz |
Bijdrage van Matthew op Jul 10th, 2008
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Sometimes I wonder what is left of the safe place once created,
A world we can be proud of,
Knowing our children are safe,
Free to grow up on their own terms
Unfamiliar with hate, cruelty and regret,
Being able to be kids,
Hoping it will last forever,
While grownups know that it won't,
And that our world will make it hard,
Questioning modern times,
Wondering who came up with these rules,
And what makes them follow,
A world that turned out not to be as pure as we thought,
Not as pure as we hoped,
A place our children cannot be kids,
And being innocent is not accepted,
Children forced to grow up,
Mostly by the grownups,
Who are forced to do so by the modern world,
A world created by themselves.
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| Auteur: Matthew Jacobsz |
Bijdrage van Matthew op Jul 10th, 2008
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At the end of the day I just want to be memorable,
Be known,
Change a life,
Go to bed knowing I did everything I could
And that by the decision to wake up something changed,
Hopefully for the better,
My biggest fear is not being able to make a difference,
Being left out,
To be forgetten.
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| Auteur: Matthew Jacobsz |
Bijdrage van Matthew op Jul 10th, 2008
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17 Gevonden gedichten.
Nu in beeld 1 tot en met 5.
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