Appy

I tire of humanity

passing judgement

so easily

I tire of people

watching every step

of my doings

I tire of society

controlling

my life's path

I tire of communicating

with words

so easily misheard

I tire of attention

needed at times

but not wanted always

I tire of myself

for wanting

but not knowing what

I tire of this poem

the usual lines

over and over again

Time to sleep

Heh, thanks for all your comments, and Louv, you are right! Seek sounds better.. thank you

I'm glad I posted the original version now, even though I didn't expect any dutch people around that soon

Willow! For all the same reasons too

~this I wrote in 1994, originally in dutch, posted below it for those that can understand it... lol~

Raindrops

It's raining

Thick drops fall from the sky

It's raining

Thoughts in my head

I try to catch them

Like a small child

tries to catch snowflakes

in it's mouth

As soon as you have one

it dissapears

Like music they weave

thoughts about the past

thoughts on you

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I scream

but nobody's looking

I don't exist

not for you

not for anybody

I seek

for words

about the past

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Regendruppels

Het regent

dikke druppels vallen uit de hemel

Het regent

gedachten in mijn hoofd

Ik probeer ze te vangen

zoals een klein kind

sneeuwvlokken probeert te vangen

met zijn mond

Zodra je er één hebt

is hij meteen weer weg

Als muziek golven ze door

gedachten over vroeger

gedachten aan jou

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Ik gil

maar niemand kijkt

ik besta niet

niet voor jou

niet voor niemand

Ik zoek

naar woorden

voor vroeger

~edited the "I search" to "I seek" in light of a better translation~

Who are you, portraying my feelings like that?

In other words, I like this a lot.. would say more, but my clouded mind won't let the words come.

And i'm perfectly fine with the cluttering, I often forget that sometimes one has to read something twice to be able to appreciate it.. at least that's the case with me

This was amazing..

Happy Birthday

*hands out some rootbeers*

I do not know much about New Zealand history, but I DO know Dutch History

Abel Tasman was indeed from the Netherlands and Zeeland is a Dutch province (his homebase I believe, but not sure)

I'm looking forward to more, always was interested in History with a capitol H

~any critics very welcome!~

My Turn

Apathy rules my body

Chaos plays with my mind

Boredom paints my eyes

Reluctance tugs at my sleeve

Confusion tickles my spine

Displeasure kisses my lips

Annoyance screams in my ears

Emotions rend my nerves

..My turn now

Defiance dances with my corpse

Excitement radiates my cheeks

Anger beats inside my blood

Tension permeates my muscles

Memory stings at my skin

Hunger yaps at my heels

Heritage made my soul

Conflict is my life

..But it is MINE

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~to make it more readable (is that a word?) try reading the first 4 stanzas of Longing as being two different persons, first one, then the other, and again..~

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Longing

Circling the girl

Drifting closer

Touching gently

Caressing soft skin

Longing for what cannot be had

Moaning uncontrollably

Shivering from coldness

Shuddering with fear

Flinching at the touch

Longing to go unnoticed

Kissing with passion

Fluttering fingers

Piercing thoughts

Cutting flesh and bone

Longing for screams in the dark

Gasping for air

Dreading the future

Screaming in exhaustion

Fainting from pain

Longing for peace that won't come

Two entangled

In morbid dance

Each trapped

In their own prison

Forced upon them

By cruelty

Which had been;

Longing for a Daughter

Longing for a Love

Longing for that, which can never be real

Oh right, Congrats Zool! *walks away mumbling; wanted to put that in my former post.. dunno where my head's at*

Oooh where can I get a W.A.S banner?

I like it! Very well worded. The first time I read it I too indeed had some trouble with the flow but that must've been because it was late at night, now that it's morning it flows perfectly. Another little gem

I did't think of any fairy tale in specific, but the visualisation strongly reminds me of fairy tale visualisation of virtues and the such. It would make a great tale about giving and, exaclty like Parmenion pointed out, to not to expect too much from others.

It is inspiring

hm difficult question indeed.

I'll start by telling that i have worked in a Sauna (one of those were you are truly naked, no towels like you always see in the movies) and there it indeed felt weird to walk around in my working clothes.. you feel out of place. But then came the day that I went there with my boyfriend and we didn't know that my best friend worked there that day. He did NOT feel comfertable anymore, even though she probably didn't even notice him being naked, with all those other people around.

So thinking back to that, it would depend on who i'm with, if it's just my husband.. NO problem. Swim on!

But like EAN said after being to the Sauna with a big group of guys she saw in normal life aswell.. that's a bit "weird" the next day. I'd rather find a different beach then, instead of having to hear "funny" jokes the next day. Even though I myself have no problem with being naked, I would be uncomfertable with seeing all of my friends naked I think, and dogpiling is out of the question

PS: I am european btw, just to make a lil point

After some discussion on #thepen, a little revision.. thanks Vlad

The world is White

It looks at me

and says:

"You are Empty"

and I agree

I've always despised White..

The world is Darkness

It looks at me

and says:

"You are Nothing"

and I agree

I've always feared Darkness..

The world is a Mirro

r It looks at me

and says:

"You are Incomplete"

and I agree

I've never liked Me..

[10 september 2003, Leverkusen]

Best Wishes

Thank you for editing and posting this for me! (i'm still a bit lost on these boards as you see *giggle*)

I guess I'm going to have to bug my husband for the reading *grin* It's definitly worth a try. Thankies again

One of the things that I already noticed is that I have a hard time projecting the "picture" that is in my head on paper, so that other people actually understand what is being said.

My appliance poem is one of those that you have to read like the "Longing" poem in the working thread... I doubt many realised it :S

Oh well, back to the drawing-... uhm, writingtable

ack! yes I mean "says" lol, thanks

And I'd be the first to agree on the rest of your comment, and i'm sure you know that it's the will to fight for succes that most times fails (there's that word again).. but if you know me well enough, then you also got aquinted with my "attitude".. Life has nothing on me in that regard, luckely

It's just the words that elude me constantly *grumbles at her pen*

The world is White

It looks at me

and says:

"You are Empty"

and I agree

I've always despised White..

The world is Darkness

It looks at me

and says:

"You are Nothing"

and I agree

I've always feared Darkness..

The world is a Mirror

It looks at me and says:

"You are Boring"

and I agree

I've never liked Me..

[09 september 2003, Leverkusen]

~edited, looky at next post for reason ~

*Appy agrees* A very fine read, good job *welcoms and hugs aswell*

~not a sad note ey? *pout*~

*Appy huggles the kender gently to avoid any bruises he might've gotten in that fall* Good luck on this new path in your life, and take care!

*Appy sings the Happy Birthday song, slightly off-key, and huggles troubled sleep*

I wish you a great day, and many more of such

*dives towards the ice cream*

This was about writer's block?

To me it felt like an old man sitting in a missionary in the jungle at the end of his life thinking about how it all came to be this way, and if it could've been different if only he.... oh well, interesting and inspiring picture, thank you for sharing

A whole fairy tale captured in a few lines, it's beautifull

*Appy can only agree with tattered* but you knew already that I like your way of writing