31/08/2007I am in college now, and college life is just great! The people are nice, the courses fun and the college life superb! Wish I had more to say, but Academia class is about to start. Will see you tonight I guess.
Love
She's like a rainbowShe leaves me blue with all her words, It's like she heard; She's like a rainbow.She's like a rainbow
Her eyes enchant me, deepest brown, They put me down; She's like a rainbow.
These red lips, one of a kind, But she don't mind; She's like a rainbow.
Greenest of the grasses, on either side, She makes it right; She's like a rainbow.
She will lead me to a pot of gold, so I've been told; She's like a rainbow.
She comes in colours everywhere, and she don't care; She's like a rainbow.
Sun might shine, or it might rain,
A slap in the faceA slap in the faceA slap in the face
Just as soon as I get over you, you are all over me again. Like a disease, you come and go unannounced, to catch me unaware, by chance or destiny, I do not know. As soon as I decide I am finished being angry, you say you're finished being angry. As soon as I decide the hurting is over, you hurt me beyond worlds, like a slap in the face.
Am I that foolish, to still believe your intentions can shift that easily? To think our sails are blowing in the same wind again, the gust of love? Am I that blind? Is it irrational to not wrong you, doubt you, not beat around the bush and pack my bags and leave? It
Lost in translationAll the birds in the tree, they are singing so joyfully, happily, oh, magically, mistery.Lost in translation
All the while, thought in my head, constantly upsetting me, regressing me, oh, sweet, sorrowful misery...
All the time, then, this empty feeling, Words left
REALity?Upon construing a congruent reality.REALity?
A coherent reality is like dancing on ice. You want it to be graceful; elegant even, but from time to time you lose your balance and just make a smack on the ice. You might break something and hurt yourself, you might leave bloodstains on the ice, but regardless of past experiences, you always get up, always, to dance the dance of life.
Adhering to this perspective on life is the concept of a soundtrack to life. Why dance without music, no? This soundtrack is composed of songs of joy, songs of grief, songs of misery, songs of love and everything in between. Every moment in our liv
he who made me bitterhe who made me bitter should be condemned to hell down to hellhe who made me bitter
whereas I to heaven full of sweetness; i can tell oh yes I can tell
with sugar laced days as i say out my grace a panacea for the soul it's now under control
he who made me bitter
traded my rage for fear of muted voices, none i hear in silence I shiver
I dreamt about those sugary sweet days the times we shared
the moments we had the troubles we beared
and none of which can happen no more not anymore the wound's sti
Tommiewhispers in a bubblewhen voices irate as whispers berate slowly I degenerate into nothingnesswhispers in a bubble
when life's a struggle I'm living in a bubble shielded from the world alone, solo, self
with fingers in my ears eyes shut tight quietly mumbling incessantly weeping praying they'd go away
they never do as they continue to taunt
and meddle
the pitch bouncing
within this bubble I'm trapped within
alone with the voices
I'm doing things I shouldn't I'm giving in
Giving in
these voices th
Approval
Like the way you used to do that every day..
Loveyou..
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Groetjes Jorn
I look forward to reading your poetry and thoughts!
I love you
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