Poems - Creativity in Words

Every second in this World, someone died,
Because of poverty and food,
Just can say they have tried,
To stop be bad further or saving the good,

All the good memories will be remembered,
They will always be in our heart,
Some of these were nice, some were hard,
Have respect for them; let it be your guard,

Single sadness is loneliness,
You will fight through it together,
If it’s none of your business,
Then go hiding and don’t come out no matter,

No pain can suffer you anymore,
They saw the Heaven’s door,
When is passed away,
There comes a new day,

Don’t let others down and stand up,
Dry your tears off and move up,
Heal your heart by smiling,
Celebrate happiness with crying,

Ik weet dat ware liefde niet bestaat.Dat maakt dat mijn hart is verraad. Mijn hart staat in de kou. Terwijl ik eigenlijk zoveel van je hou. Je zou mij niet van niet houden van kunnen betichten. Ik zal door gaan met houden van tot dat mijn ziel, mijn leven, mijn hart zal zwichten.

The sky is brightening
the clouds are moving
the sun is burning with it’s orange rays

So what you see is what you get
a guy with no regret
I’m not ideal, I’m quite absurd
I’m just an imperfect guy
I rise above this perfect world

Tainted I am, living a lie
reserved by day, sham at place
deceit is my life
by night, sour turns the fruit
my short-lived sanity withers from within
I do not know how much longer
I can keep reaching, holding on
How can I be, when I hurt you so much
the one you can’t bare not to touch?
Must everything be such a pitiful mistake?

Let be what may be
Butterflies in the attic
or butterfly suicide…

What counts is the splatter on the wall
the proof of freedom
the evidence of breaking free

the conversion of colors
is what resembles
revolution of the mind and body

white to black
black to red
red to green
green to blue

let the skies judge the earth
and angels judge mankind
for that is how it should be

Angels never came down
there’s no one here to hang around
but if they knew you at all
then one by one they would;
Angels would fall

I only left heaven
because I came
to know you
I’m a disturbed Angel
whispering deadly whispers
and I wonder:
“How did I ever
survive without you?”

And now I want to
feel your breath on my shoulder
hear your whispers in my ear
embrace your touch on my skin

Let all hate be directed towards me,
so that the world may be.
A better place,
without its inner face.

The face of hate,
that consumes our fate.
The sacrifice will be given,
I hope goodness will be driven.

Into a world with no spite,
where things will be right.
So please direct your hate,
I have chosen my fate.

Let the world be as one,
I have won.
Now strike me down,
so that the world will not drown.

Into the hate that is me,
LET THE WORLD BE FREE!
For I have won,
my final plan is done.

Inspired by Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R2.

Don´t keep chasing time,
as if it is some kind of crime.
What´s done is done,
something new has begun.

So please stop chasing,
and start facing.
The future with a smile,
like a new open file.

Your time will come,
your ears will drum.
There will be vengeance,
so please have patience.

Your time will come,
I´m sure of it.

To change.
One verb describes it all.
No matter what you rearrange,
you can’t escape the fall.

The fall is determinant,
can you control the flow?
Or is it permanent,
a one-way trip down below.

Take a risk,
take the blow,
format your harddisk,
but backup what you know.

No matter how small or how big,
a change is a change.
It’s like your last gig,
you don’t know what you’ll get in exchange.

A change in my life,
where the future is blank,
I’ll just see where I’ll arrive,
and hope I’ll increase in rank.

It doesn’t hurt me
this knife through my heart
I know it would please you
to hear me weep, but I won’t

I’m gonna tell you something
to clear all the lies:
“I’m suffocating
but yet alive”

Now I got stuck
in the mud
here down the hill
and you remain up above
I’d run up that hill
if only I could

I am who I am,
nothing more nothing less.
If less then nothing is what I am,
my existence will be more then nothing..

However bizarre,
whatever I obsess.
Even from afar,
I am aboding.

The nothingness inside,
the emptiness of bitterness.
For all I am,
is a mortal made of flesh.

I hereby abide,
to not being actionless.
I won’t condemn myself,
to being unflesh.