”If you want to attract someone living from their heart.
You actually need to speak from your heart.”
See
”What do you see in me?
Everything you’re not seeing.”
M.P.Yasmine
Communication
”Some of you need a heart to heart conversation straight away.
Because the mind doesn’t know what to say.”
M.P.Yasmine
Come back around
”Sometimes the collision is too small and will be a brief catch and release.”
Until M.P.Yasmine
Velvet
White velvet calls before Paris does.
The lights in night twinkle in my heart.
The aftertaste delicate and smooth.
No room for winter blues.
M.P.Yasmine
Muziek
Mijn weelderige wimpers zijn neergeslagen.
Mijn brein huilt troosteloze woorden alle dagen.
Woorden die er misschien nooit toe zullen doen.
Met brute kracht ontstaan in liefde van nu en liefde van toen.
Tot in den diepe treure aanhoor ik de bombarie.
De opschudding van een Cello.
Spelend in de gesloten kamer van mijn hart.
Gedirigeerd met doordringende kralen.
Geregen aan het lot die ik als sieraad zal dragen.
De klanken zijn zo tragisch en groots.
Ondanks volledig regelloos en doods.
Een in geduld begraven creatie.
Verlangend naar die ene staande ovatie.
M.P.Yasmine
Courage
”Intuition comes with uncomfortable feelings.
And are defeated with courage.”
Butterflies
Fly buttery fly.
So I can use this new found key.
Where there is only light.
Light shining from and for me.
Create room to grow branches enchanted.
With flowers and their lovely perfume.
Sweet, for rest love and breeding.
Where caterpillars will be sleeping.
M.P.Yasmine
High Value
Choose yourself.
Always.
And you will see.
Happily ever after.
Will be yours.
M.P.Yasmine
Forgiveness
”Forgiveness is the decision of a beautiful heart.
A strong heart.”
M.P.Yasmine
November Rain
The angels honoring my inspiration.
As I look outside and see the never ending November rain.
Unwritten Poetry books clogging the pipes.
Tears from all broken hearts overflow.
Healing each tormented soul.
M.P.Yasmine
My chest
When the music plays.
I’m turning totally blind.
Unable to see what’s coming.
Now all that I can do is feel.
It might be a ripple in the universe.
A dying star exploding deep space.
Into a supernova.
M.P.Yasmine
Rising Phoenix
”Let the ashes of your burning wings be scattered in all the hearts ever doing you wrong.
And rise like the Phoenix you are.”
M.P.Yasmine
Bath
Tonight I’m taking a bath in acceptance.
Without judgement and conditions.
I only take baths in unconditional love.
And for myself I’ll use bath oil enough for two.
M.P.Yasmine
Mystery of a Poet
”Do not ask a Poet to explain their poetry.”
M.P.Yasmine
A Life
The last few days a part of me wants to die so badly.
You see, It’s not that I want my heart stop beating.
I just don’t want old mistakes repeating.
I simply want to be truly alive.
Well, not simply.
I want to be truly, explosively, passionately be alive.
M.P.Yasmine
November Rain
If I would write a book about you.
I can name it Yasmine.
And not a single life event would be written.
Only the essence of your being.
Written in the language of your heart.
M.P.Yasmine
Have a little mercy
”I’m trying to hush her a little more.
And tell her I’m not listening to what she is screaming for.”
M.P.Yasmine
Rush Hour
”The center of my chest rush hour to the future.
And I don’t even know where I’m rushing to.”
M.P.Yasmine
Cold heart
It’s not even expressible.
The sweet emptiness in my frozen romantic heart.
Locked carefully in place, not a moment accessible.
resting and healing for a new start.
M.P.Yasmine
The new me
When I think about the old me.
I have a lump in my throat.
A pull on my heart strings.
Sometimes I miss her.
The good laugh, the numbness.
and all that she couldn’t see.
M.P.Yasmine
Insomnia
Insomnia hits again.
I’m sick of the bad dreams hunting my distorted brain.
My eyes want to sleep so bad.
But my heart feels deeply sad.
Because sleep for me is like a trip to hell.
Because sleep only has horror stories to tell.
M.P.Yasmine
Panic Attack
Many sensations coming through.
My legs shaking steady.
Thank God for gravity.
My heart racing immensely past his place.
Like a train derailing disastrous.
My breathing stops.
Swallowing I must have forgotten how to.
A terrorized child I am.
Closing up completely for all input.
Each vital sense no longer working.
My body in freeze and my mind running.
I think I’m dying today.
Again.
M.P.Yasmine
Growth
”Before, everything was in silence.
My pain and the cracks in my heart.
After, there was life and more than my own life.”
M.P.Yasmine
Or a few more
There is not one soul of the opposite gender that comes to my mind while listening to love songs.
So I guess you can say I’m completely healed and my heart carefully stitched and close grown.
Nowhere my love belongs.
I think I need one more year alone.