Non-themed poems
1.
I could still feel his lips.
De iron taste and the orange color of blended blood.
His eyes were brown as old golden
My nails under his skin
and my eyes saw the darkness,
Kitten.
I felt the passion in the color and the taste
and the feeling of blood that darkness showed.
We were so afraid it hurt our ribs
my nerves anemic caused by thoughts
of losing everything
but him
I needed to get rid of the atmosphere
a wild cat can find in a cage
Passion, freedom, all we could want
but love, love is not yet needed.
2.
Knisperend in mijn gedachtes
als snijdend bliksem door mijn ademloze lichaam
Doorzichtige tranen vullen gesloten ogen
en de lippen smal van het zout.
Gouden krullen bevrijden zich van het brein
en het zonlicht kleurt ze
zilver zacht.
Wilde bloemen groeien in een tuin
gevormd door de grijze sfeer van herfst
De schemering zat vol met liefde
en een eenling’s bloedende hart.
3.
Burning sugar filled heaven with a smell that sounded like autumn. Leaves lost their magical colors to the secrets of time. The world looked like a scent only rain and warmth that left could create. A child searches in to the wood named after stars for chestnuts and acorns. Fill the white bag with nature and happiness, only youth and ignorance and love might do, and a little bit of fall maybe too.