How does it feel? |
Anything lost?Anything broken?I'll share the costsBut I wonder How does it feel?After the fightStill shaking off melting iceWe are wondering how we should feel Hoping that we will rec...
Posted by saaR.a on Thu, 29 May 2008 08:18:00 PST |
stuck in my head again. |
Ik zit in een dwangbuisZoiets als een persoonlijkheid.Ik heb mezelf bij elkaarZal ik jou pijn doen of mezelf?Ik koos voor mezelf!Waarom? Omdat ik radeloos was..Als ik wil spreken bijt ik op mn tong,zo...
Posted by saaR.a on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 07:54:00 PST |
My Poetry |
Silence builds an awful wreckageIt feeds on loneliness and creates a voidGrey shadows haunt and torment and tortureA teenager is stricken and destroyedThat moment the sun diedthere is no sound of laug...
Posted by saaR.a on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 07:51:00 PST |
Killing me softly.. |
Miscommunication leads to complicationMy emancipation doesn't fit your equation.It could all be so simplebut we'd rather make it hard.Loving you is like a battleand we both end up with scars.Is this j...
Posted by saaR.a on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 10:40:00 PST |
het gaat niet over.. |
Het gaat niet overde tederheid die we delenhet gaat niet overde liefde die eindeloos zichzelf breekthet gaat niet overhet licht dat duisternis overwinthet gaat niet overdeze leegt, dit gemis.Het gaat ...
Posted by saaR.a on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 03:33:00 PST |
in times off... |
My soul drifts aimlesslyin times of hopelessnessit searches tirelesslyfor meaning and thruthYet finds no direction..My heart bleeds quietlyin times of lonelinessIt yearns to findwarmth and hapinessyet...
Posted by saaR.a on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:24:00 PST |
tell me the thruth about love |
Some say that love 's a little boysome say that it's a birdsome say it makes the world go aroundothers think that that's absurdand when i asked the man next doorwho looked as if he knewhis wife got ve...
Posted by saaR.a on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 11:17:00 PST |
She likes it better... |
She likes it betterwhen he tucks her in before she goes to sleepshe likes it betterwhen he smiles even in her dreamsshe likes it betterwhen he cuddles her,sings with her,kisses her on her foreheadlike...
Posted by saaR.a on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 12:26:00 PST |
Quotes |
We read the wordsbut know them notwe are too frightenedwith sorrowTill it has lovedno man or womancan become itselfbeauty is oftentimidyperhaps oftnerPAINEen door jou bereide jachtschotelsmaakt mij be...
Posted by saaR.a on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 03:30:00 PST |
