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Tonight,
A star died
- a nova with colours
Even my eyes cannot
Begin to imagine
Was created
In the dark void
Of this atmosphere
It exploded
Into shards of deathly beauty
-its last breath
Was one of fireworks
Bringing eye-blinding, vibrant light
To this blackness
And
Like all stars that died before it
Its light shone down
To
The
Earth
For centuries after its death
A star died
- a nova with colours
Even my eyes cannot
Begin to imagine
Was created
In the dark void
Of this atmosphere
It exploded
Into shards of deathly beauty
-its last breath
Was one of fireworks
Bringing eye-blinding, vibrant light
To this blackness
And
Like all stars that died before it
Its light shone down
To
The
Earth
For centuries after its death
Literature
Winter And Spring
It is taking over
I can't breath as
The frost is
Taking,controlling my mind
It's growing in me
Not letting me live
And i feel like I'm not here
Would anyone care
Would anyone mind
If i wouldn't be here
Then it stopped
It melted away from my heart
I felt as a snow storm
But u came like spring
And I woke up from the dream
My heart was frozen as ice
Then you came and melted it away
and l could finally live !
Literature
Winter Heat, Summer Sleet
It's the middle of winter
And January's burning through,
Blurring into
February skies churning, becoming the color in my eyes
March is coming fast
And I know that its harsh winds cannot last
Yet I wonder if I'll still sing
When all becomes still at the end of spring
And heat sets in
Then will I long for this winter wind
To return to the land once again?
Literature
Winter
onderwater groeien bomen ondersteboven
de winter is een spin
die tussen takken haar witte web weeft
waarin het zonlicht blijft steken
de kou ruikt als poedersuiker
op smoutenbollen
de kou klinkt als de belletjes aan de halsband van de kat
aan de koelkast hangen
onder de verlopen waardebonnen
en het tijdsschema van lijn 86
foto’s van dode kinderen
bevestigd met een magneet in de vorm van een ananas
mijn man houdt van ananastaart
ik niet
ananas smaakt naar angst en mislukking
ik houd van bakken
ik klop het deeg met de hand
het geluid van de kerkklokken
wordt gedempt door het web van rijp
dof zoemend gebrom en heldere tonen wisselen
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