”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
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
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
A few Seconds
My eyes met you before.
They glanced at all the people there,
But to you a few seconds more.
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
You
”It wasn’t them that need saving.
Turns out it was you all along.”
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
Mirror
Screw these unnecessary insights.
My mind is boggled by.
I can hear myself think and the frame of your face highlights.
So I stand in front of my mirror, I’ll wait.
Blast music I love, seducing myself in having some faith.
All that I want for me will suit you very fine.
But we need more time alone to be align.
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
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
Time
I’m sick of time and more.
Time needed to go.
So I tried to ignore time for some time.
But time kept staring at me.
And when I stared back.
I knew it takes a little time to love time again.
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
Oud zeer
Toen zat ik daar.
En keek er verwonderd naar.
Als een bom viel een herinnering op mij neer.
Verwondering maakte plaats voor oud zeer.
Het voelde alsof alles mij nog steeds wordt ontnomen.
Een boze stem die mijn succes zal voorkomen.
M.P.Yasmine
Ogen
Je ogen schreeuwen voor diegene die je niet kan spreken.
Alsook voor degene die doof zijn.
Maar of ze kunnen zien?
M.P.Yasmine
Leven
Mocht je ook maar eventjes.
Stil staan en willen luisteren eventjes.
Dan hoor je in de verte tussen de warmte van een adem.
Tussen de zuchten door van het leven.
Een akelige stilte.
Die akelige stilte duurt maar eventjes.
Want als je net wat langer luistert dan eventjes.
Dan hoor je het echte leven.