Lokatie Galerij Kunst vol leven .
Gedichten:
- Wijshheid
- Experience
- Vriendschapliefde
- The pianist of our bodies
- Lost love
- Drowning
- Together at last
- Leven
- Come-pair
Ghosted
I came to you vulnerable
With an open soul
And a broken heart
With an open soul
And a broken heart
Trying to spit some words out
Gazing into your beautiful eyes
While being mesmerized
Days have passed
I’m still here
Too many times
I’ve allowed my mind
To wonder about you
Questioning my sanity
Wasting my time
But am I?
Delusional
The pursue of love
From one disappointment the next
Looking for pleasure and inspiration
Behind a moment of fake happiness
I<3 U
Save me
From myself
Save me
From these tears of pain
Cause once I’m alone in my bed
It falls hard like a hailstorm
And I think to myself
Is it worth it
Save me
From my thoughts
Save me
From my fears
Self-love is the key
To get out of these bad trips
Fulfillment comes from within
And satisfies all needs
Zero empatia
Lady Dalyz
Amore senza comprensione
Annulla i miei dolori
Sventrami e liberami l’anima
Con le tue parole
Distruggi quest’incantesimo
Realizza questa fantasia
O la mia vita sarà finita
In attesa del domani
Dopo tantissimi anni
Affronto il tabù
Che m’hai dato tu
E non capisci il mio dolore
Non vuoi vedere dentro questo cuore
Stanco e addolorato
Che tanto per te ha pianto
E per nulla
How dare you
I will show you
My unspoken words
I will touch your soul
One look is all i need
Ignoring my pain
Hating on my loving
Walking away
Despite it all
I care
Enough to ignore the pain
How can i trust you with my emotions
When you constantly give and take your love?
The only thing that’s constant is your insecurities
The revenge that you throw on me
No mistakes admitted
It ain’t real
This ain’t love
Time to go
Restless
What to do?
How do I get rid of this feeling?
looking at you
My soul can’t breath,
I’m trapped in my own brain.
Search,
Feel,
Run.
Go back,
Analize,
Evaluate.
How to act?
How do I help myself?
My mind can’t rest,
My body is shaken.
Think,
Trust,
Allow.
Release,
Forgive,
Survive.
Beware for Growth
Ph. Cherry Kaur
Rhymes,
that disappear like lies.
In your eyes,
My reflection.
The evaluation,
A heart to heart.
What’s on your mind?
Scars,
Hurtful marks.
Shinning stars,
From a distant past.
I see it.
I feel it.
But that’s not real any more.
Encore.
Where was I in 2020?
What a difficult, yet wonderful, year that this has been for me: This year has broke me mentally, emotionally, financially and physically.
Yet here I stand, stronger than ever, cause I survived. I’m proud of myself. It might not seem like I did much, but these mini goals mean a lot to me.
I’ve successfully completed phase 2 of therapy and I actually feel that I’m a better person because of it.
I feel that I’m more able to recognize my Ups&Downs, and I’m able to deal with my emotions better than before.
Now on with the future: phase 3 of therapy, here I come!
I haven’t been very active with writing this year, sorry for that, I miss it too.
When I did though, mostly I appeared in books:
OM TE GROEIEN ZONDER JOU https://www.heimdall-poezie.nl/catalogus/weekvdpoezie2020/
OM GELIEFD TE ZIJN (from 11min on) https://www.heimdall-poezie.nl/catalogus/corona/
VRIJHEID https://www.heimdall-poezie.nl/catalogus/vruchten-van-vrijheid/
Yes, all of this in Dutch. After 5 years of being in this country, I finally started professionally writing in Dutch! =)
Then BLM came…and yes, I came out of my shell once more:
There’s no “R.I.P” without justice & equality
https://www.dafneyasmin.com/post/social-anxiety-and-isolation
Have
Gabber
Life…vibrant.
flowing, echoing.
Inside.
The rush, my heart.
Air.
Freeing my words.
My failed successes
Yeah…sounds weird, but it’s true!
I didn’t win the contest, but hey, I was seen and appreciated for my work. Sounds like a win for me!
For the world bipolar day I wrote my first Dutch pieces (february 2019):
HOE GAAT HET? +-…EN JIJ?
Ik voel het meteen als het op komt…
Een seconde was het zomer, nu herfst.
Stemmingswisselingen komen, zo abrupt, en nu…?
Ik heb geen tijd om dit te voelen, ik moet doorgaan…maar waartoe?
Switch, swoof…
Zoals seizoenen ben ik nu ook verandert.
Ik hou ervan en haat het: het is mooi om te voelen, maar zo zwaar voor mij.
Hoe gaat het, vragen ze me…moeilijke antwoord moet ik zeggen.
Plus Minus…maar begrijpen ze me?
Ik voel me wind, ik voel me aarde…soms word ik vuur, en als het goed gaat, word ik water.
Stil…goed ademen.
Ik ben een mens zoals jij, dat alles voelt en is.
Zo…hoe voel je vandaag?
PLUSMINUS
Boven en beneden, zo zijn wij, zoals een hartslag.
Het begint klein en dan op eens kunnen wij vliegen, ver van de realiteit, buiten deze wereld.
Maar tegen welke prijs?
Alles dat naar boven gaat, moet ook vallen.
Leven stopt om te voelen.
Ja, die hartslag zijn wij en onze liefde voor het leven en elkaar.
- The first one represents the arrival of depression after being manic. How the mood swings affect my life and how I just have to accept and face it.
- The second one is how I see bipolar people. I’m going to get this tattooed XD
I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Merry Christmas!
P.S. It’s imperative to follow your own path. Welcome 2020 with open arms.
bridge after the snow