Eyes

Her eyes looked like little cat's paw pads deep into the canals of the lost poet sky-blue they searched for something to hold on to an escape route into that far too vast black hole deep beneath the layers, the subtext of the mind, she laughed at my foolish gaze

In a cage

Cupid’s poison slowly devoured my entire being; numb and rotten, I remained like a lion, doomed behind bars, trapped and roaring until I bled. Only her image still haunted my eyes, only her words echoed in my ears; I could no longer burn them from my thoughts, and gradually I lost control: aaaaah! I lay... Lees verder →

I sensed you

I was out exploring with Venus when I knocked and she opened the door. The night with her had been too short, and there I was—for the third time, the right time. She was just serving a few hungry tourists outside when she suddenly stopped and saw me approaching, at first unsure who that figure... Lees verder →

Monsters at Nieuwehaven

There were lots and lots of sea monsters and other kinds of mischief that holiday, Together with “Kimberly”, “Trini” and I, we fought against “Rita” and her monsters. My little brother was obsessed with the series “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers”, which his algorithm had recommended to him on the socials. At the seaside, we fought... Lees verder →

21

Where has my youth gone? Did I ever experience it? Or will that come later, when I’ve grown too old to display what’s left of my vitality? A few giant worms attack an innocent southern village, white aliens send messages, and meanwhile, I’m still running after the same age-old problem. “That means we’re stuck and... Lees verder →

The Matrix

March, the month of reproduction. What I feared most was my IT friend – that would be pure cramming, no logic in an exam that should be logical. After those tests, we can focus on the real work, the paper and my short film. On the train, I tried to calm my nerves by interpreting... Lees verder →

Farewell my friend

I see your bronze bust on this burning spot from talent to star to dust sucked up close to the people I smell my friend's sweat, your scent lost on the back of stardom I hear children cheering with delight I hear a mother shouting: “No—stop!” The smoke of beefburgers as I descend not far... Lees verder →

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