”Forgiveness is the decision of a beautiful heart.
A strong heart.”
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
Event Horizon
I’m not even going there.
Dreams so deep I will fall in this black hole.
Filled with everything I need someone else to be.
Fatal wishes in the season of darkness.
This time I only view the Event Horizon.
All will fade away only going inwards and.
Make sure I’ll be everything I’m searching for.
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
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
Be your own Superhero
”It wasn’t them that need saving.
Turns out it was you all along.”
M.P.Yasmine
Found
”My soul started crying without a sound.
At the pictures I recently found.”
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
Cinnamon
I would like some sugar in my tea.
But what I like doesn’t matter.
Like the cold of an old winter, my already sweet dead heart.
And the lost attempts of warming it with sugared water.
Let me try some cinnamon for now.
Letting time in and.
Let all that I desperately want go by.
And give in to nothingness somehow.
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
I am
”I am mine.
Before I am anyone else’s.”
M.P.Yasmine
You
”What I see in you.
Must be something I couldn’t see in myself.
And probably is something no one else can see.”
‘
M.P.Yasmine
Thunder
Thunder took the woman in me.
And I was standing still since.
But I made the decision to see.
To work hard on my own behalf.
And become who I truly want to be.
To heal the strikes I endured.
And never again be charmed by dark clouds as he.
M.P.Yasmine
Past Life
If you try to call me.
The call will remain unanswered.
And even if we sometimes dream about us meeting each other.
The love will only consume us in our dream state.
We are separated by many light years.
Because you are my lover from a past life.
M.P.Yasmine
You’re safe
”When you move with good intentions.
Grow with love and be compassionate.
The people at the opposite will fall back.
And can’t reach you.
You’re safe.”
M.P.Yasmine
Good days
The good days have come.
Sunrise in my eyes.
Love light beams reflect on my skin.
Voices from around the world entering my mind.
Laughter loud together.
For more good days will come.
M.P.Yasmine
De zon in huis
De dag breekt later aan.
Dan dat ik deed verlangen.
De koffie staat koud te worden.
Net zoals de stenen in mijn tuin.
Grillig in alle staten.
Ik mis de zon in mijn huis.
De zomer van al mijn dagen.
Ik zal eens roepen.
Misschien dat hij op wilt staan.
M.P.Yasmine
Blossom tree park
Pink blossom catching my eye.
Flourishing in small beams of sunlight.
The trees wake up underneath the cold sky.
Girls with horses, photographers and couples early in love.
In spring I see them all come by.
M.P.Yasmine
Never marry a Poetess
Hopeless as he can be.
This crying creature.
Wishful thinking and reverse psychology.
This man is writing Poetry.
His words she turns into books.
What a beautiful tragic irony.
M.P.Yasmine
Death Letter
With each decision I make for the better.
I’m rewriting my existence.
Reprogramming my being.
All that was fades away.
Saying goodbye to you and me.
All written down on this dead letter.
M.P.Yasmine
She
Receiving paper and gift.
Covered with her warm heartbeat.
Layers of love, pain and her life.
Written down on paper by this beautiful gift.
M.P.Yasmine
My love
The love I’m able to share.
Buried in world’s deepest grave.
It does not take a single man or all.
To dig up my purest.
For it fits well in the darkest of Earth.
In the core of existence.
My existence.
M.P.Yasmine
Eyes
“I have a new pair of eyes. They love to weep a little more lately of all the beauty they’re able to see.”
M.P.Yasmine
Growth
“I’m dating boundaries and I can’t wait to get married.”