Spring Forest

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The
deer raised its head to an unexpected sound, while the sun shone through the
fresh spring leaves. Bright colours danced in the newborn light, and everything
seemed to be completely peaceful. As long as the humans would stay out of the
forest, it was, but the sound made the deer think they had arrived at last.
This horrible sound was not heard again for a long time, and for the same long
time the deer kept silent, waiting for horrible things to happen. They did not.
The sun still shone through the leaves, the bright colours still danced, and
all forest animals wondered not if, but when something would happen now.

Days
passed, nothing happened, and nothing was heard anymore. Nevertheless the light
shone different. The newborn had seen and learned and had become an old man.
After the seventh day they knew. The human who found the innocence to kill it,
was killed by the innocent. It had climbed into a big tree, which did its best
to hold it, in spite of its horror. Innocence tried, and innocence twisted as
the twig which could not carry the human anymore. It fell too deep to survive.

april 13, 2010
By on 14:22
Mindflow

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–>

While he talks

She
lets her mind flow

To unknown
places

Far
from here

 

They
just say

She
doesnx92t like geography

While
her mind

Has
travelled far

 

By her
dreams

The
flow of her mind

She
learns more

Than
any teacher could tell

maart 26, 2010
By on 16:33
Lovely Mistake 2

Lying in the water

On a cold and dark night

Very pale and deadly looking

Every moment had passed her mind

Late it is, too late for her

Yells of agony have not been heard

Moments of happiness she knew

In the years before

She threw her life away

Then her heart was stolen and ripped

Apart with a loud cry

Kindness she knew not anymore

Every reason for her to live was gone

maart 6, 2010
By on 12:37
The Butterfly
  • Unconscious of danger
  • Her mind is fluttering like butterfly wings
  • She goes from flower to flower,
  • From happy moment to exitement and back,
  • While the poison obliviates her mind.
  • She is not aware of it,
  • Obliviated to far.
  • Poison brings her to a fairy world
  • Where she does not notice
  • That it kills her real self.

By on 12:27
Shadow

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–>

Like
a small rag of fog

Over
a bright flower

Thatx92s
how she feels

This
very moment

Nothing
she does

Has
any warmth leftover

Shadows
are all she sees

 

Like
a small rag of fog

Gone
from the flower

Thatx92s
how she feels

This
very moment

Everything
she does

Adds
to the new warmth

Colours
are all she sees.

februari 12, 2010
By on 10:05
From ‘I Stood Tiptoe on a Little Hill’ by John Keats

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–>

A filbert hedge with wild briar overtwined,

And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind

Upon their summer thrones; there too should be

The frequent chequer of a youngling tree,

That with a score of light green brethren shoots

From the quaint mossiness of aged roots;

Round which is heard a spring-head of clear waters

Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters

The spreading blue-bells: it may haply mourn

That such fair clusters should be rudely torn

From their fresh beds, and scattered thoughtlessly

By infant hands, left on the path to die.

februari 5, 2010
By on 23:36
Fairy Dreams

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–>

The night long and sleepless

Expectations
rise

Two
hearts together

Beating
together

Until
sunrise comes to wake them

And
show them who they love

A
fairytale comes true

januari 8, 2010
By on 11:29
Distant Rain

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–>

Freezing flames fall

From
the far front

While
we look at them

We do
not know what is brought

By these
distant flames

By
these dark signs

Can
we know what will happen

Could
we know what will be done?

december 9, 2009
By on 18:47
Night

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–>

The
night falls

Over a small village

Clouds cover the stars

Take away their light

 

Ghosts come out

Of their dark holes

Under the roots of trees

Trees deadened by fear

 

Bad things happen

That very night

Children do not sleep

And to tell the truth

Neither did I

november 25, 2009
By on 12:24
Future

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Growing Youth

Life
glowing

Through
all

Walking
there

 

Departure

Of what
can be

After
each moment

Which
passes by

 

Choices
made

And
choices left

The
right path

Is what
we seek

november 12, 2009
By on 21:59