Poems - Creativity in Words

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.

Once there was someone,
A girl with many problems,
Problems, like everyone,
Feelings, like everyone,

But she knew nothing,
No idea what to do,
She was just standing there,
Thinking about things,

She still knew nothing,
She can’t trust her friends,
Just stands there,
Thinking about nothing,

She must find herself,
She must follow her heart,
Her heart, like everyone,
Try to find something, deep inside,

She had no idea,
Where to start,
‘What’s life?’ she asked,
But no answer came from the world,

She followed her mind,
Thinking about her life,
Thinking about herself,
Still no answer from the world,

Than she said something,
‘Maybe I don’t find it now’
‘Maybe I can’t trust someone’
‘I try to follow my heart, till I find the answer’ 

Geen gedachte houdt me meer warm,
ik oog kalm,
maar zoek verkoeling in verhitte situaties,
of barst uit,
bijna vulkanisch,
als ik magma uitspuug,
explosies van emoties

Heb de dunne lijn tussen liefde en haat laten vervagen,
ik ben van haat gaan houden omdat liefde me is gaan haten,
Liefde is je ego op zij zetten en delen met je naaste,
zij zette mij op zij,
en ik ging van stapel verliefd naar diep in verdriet,
liefde proeft bitter op mijn smaak pupillen

De lamp gaat uit,
was ik een van de geesten die haar wensen niet kon vervullen.
uit frustratie kan ik het van een berg brullen,
ik zit eerder verrot,
terug getrokken in een grot,
om het helvuur dat me niet kan verwarmen,
ik vind geen troost meer in de streling van heilige handen,
hier droogt de duivel mijn tranen