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.
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
No.7 II
Written and read, so you will not forget.
That I would live on rhythmic sounds.
Touching, tragic, jovial and timeless.
Play this musical movement.
When death has collected my debt.
M.P.Yasmine
Stockholm
I knew this girl.
I knew her well.
I lived with her broken spirit for quite some time.
And with her judgement many more years.
Sadly she never got the chance to meet me.
Only the version of me she was told I would be.
Now she lives in Stockholm.
Once in a while I feel the urge to bring her home.
But then I think clearly again,
With the authenticity of my blooming soul,
That she will never be able to see.
Without knowing the real me.
Without my judgement.
For her Stockholm is the place to be.
M.P.Yasmine
Greed
Greed is a heart issue.
And mostly speaking from the face.
M.P.Yasmine
Tears
The pain of the world I will and can not carry.
I do not watch nor read the latest news.
My tears are already that heavy.
They clatter with such gravity.
In a river of old misery.
Crying daily for others pain.
Would make me drown.
In an everlasting rain.
M.P.Yasmine
Debt of time
I can’t imagine living without the debt of time.
Not caring or daring to waste it all and let go by.
But the fear of dropping dead.
Makes living with time a nightmare.
And brings shivers down my spine when planning my life ahead.
M.P.Yasmine
Stilte
Het loslaten van de stilte duurt jaren.
Stil zijn.
De identiteit die ik wil bedaren.
Door te durven spreken.
Stil zijn.
Uiteindelijk te doorbreken.
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
.
“No.”
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
Doors
“Growth is closing doors and open new ones by yourself.”
M.P.Yasmine
Morning
Icy flakes dropping down.
Neighbors houses locked up heavily.
Window blinds all the way down.
I’m looking outside 6 am.
Drinking my coffee, searching something.
Maybe tomorrow 5 am.
M.P.Yasmine
Snakepit
“You can not see in a snakepit. But if you do, get out!”
M.P.Yasmine
Noise
Earth’s noises haunt me in the early morning darkness from night.
People a few, driving their vehicle to nowhere.
At least in misery of the starting day.
The trees can’t even sing.
They cry in agony for a long time now.
It’s hurting listening,
but I can’t cut off my ears.
M.P.Yasmine
In Peace
Drops from heaven reflect in orange.
They seep in man-made streams.
The scenery is equally beautiful as disturbing.
Kinda like the Renaissance.
And the Rebirth we all have been waiting for.
M.P.Yasmine
Emotional abuse
“It doesn’t matter if I’m skinny or fat. My body always feels like a vessel of short term happiness. I’m sick of it.”
M.P.Yasmine
Path
Suddenly it hits me.
In the middle of the crowd.
Going beneath the surface.
Digging deeper for understanding.
That consoling my wounded inner-child will give me all the answers.
M.P.Yasmine
Silence
In the silence I would like to gaze.
The world asleep in a thick eerie haze.
No one to see.
Street lights shining only for me.
Leading me to an empty space of mind.
To discover there it is what I want to find.
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
The Opportunity
”I’m selling each cell of my old body.
The old me.
And not even to the highest bidder.”
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
Books
”I’m constantly buying books for the wrong time.
And the one I truly need to discover the why and the when,
I’m not buying.
All undiscovered.”