They say that we travel the world to search for what we need, only to come back home and find it. After a long time away I came to visit what I used to call home. It's the place where I was born and where I grew up. The place that fostered me but which … Continue reading Home
Category: Food for soul
Days of weekends past
We're not hungry, not that much Sleep for breakfast, sex for lunch Then we roll one on the couch Rainy days typcal Dutch Now, I feel your tender touch, Moving gently on my crotch Then you feel a rising heat As I wrap between your feet Those stains are not mayonaise We get messy when … Continue reading Days of weekends past
If I were a machine
I wonder, I wonder... If I were a machine, would I be a good one? Would my performance, design and build quality make me as appealing as your favourite gadget? Probably not. But why do I think so? Is it because I don't live up to my hardware specifications or the user expectations? What is … Continue reading If I were a machine
The point of no return
I reached a crucial moment in my life, a point of no return. With every step I have taken and each choice I have made, I came closer to where I am now. In the middle of nowhere, completely lost, I wonder the desert of my soul while running in circles in the maze o … Continue reading The point of no return
El escribo
Lejos, más allá de que la mente puede imaginar Había un planeta que dejo de girar El lugar donde el tiempo no se puede escapar Y la luz del sol no se puede acabar, Sin noches, sin soñar Solo día, sin terminar... XVI En este lugar mas extraño vivía un escribo Maldito a estar siempre vivo … Continue reading El escribo
The departure
I stabbed myself today, a deep stab in the heart To numb the pain away, of having you apart Looking at the blood, dripping from my chest I contemplate the mud, the place where I will rest I grab the knife again and twist it in the wound I want my life to drain and … Continue reading The departure
Bubbleman
From the happy corner of my soul, I have made a bubble It's fragile but it's whole, until it begins to crumble... We knew it was trouble, That it will all come to be, a puddle of bubble rubble But we smile and dance to our imminent sorrow We dance like there's no tomorrow As this … Continue reading Bubbleman
The maze
"Grab my hand My friend, my lover Let’s make these times Last forever (...) - M. M.” Today you took my hand and guided me into your maze. This is your most sacred place, which guards over secrets you don't want to share with anyone. It is not a closed place. It is not locked … Continue reading The maze
Love is dead
Love is dead. God is dead. When there is no more love there is no God. A gradual decline into disorder. No meaning, just chaos. Random processes of cause and effect, action and reaction, until the end of time. An endless series of events looping to infinity. Love is dead. Humanity is dead. All there's … Continue reading Love is dead
The last act
How can I hurt someone who I love so much? It's a question that will forever haunt me, a loss that consumed us to ashes. Worthless words, typed with numb hands, by a wimpy kid. It's all I have left, empty symbols side by side which try to cobble together what I feel now. I wish … Continue reading The last act