Ik weet nog dat we naar het strand reden.
De pijn, verdriet en woede uitwaaien.
Waar ik alleen maar tot het besef kwam dat we beide genoeg hadden geleden.
En dat we er niet meer omheen kunnen draaien.
Dream
I think I already know, so you don’t have to tell me why.
Lay your head down in my lap.
Let me nurture you and stop the bleeding from your left eye.
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
3 AM
”Sleepless nights do not hunt me anymore.
I quite like to be laid-back restless.”
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
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
Found
”My soul started crying without a sound.
At the pictures I recently found.”
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
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
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
Life
The urge.
The itch.
Scratching layer after layer.
I’m angry and totally sick of it.
Punching the ball of rage.
Blunt, bruised and blackened.
Through healing I’m bleeding.
I cry oceans from grief.
So I can swim my way to freedom.
And one day be weightless.
No urge, no itch.
Featherlight and fly.
Living my life.
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
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
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
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
Thoughts
When living beings could no longer heal.
No pills could cure diseases.
The pain and misery could not go away.
Only be given or taken.
Who would you be?
The giver or taker?
M.P.Yasmine
More than Ever
My past is living inside me.
And I’m ready more than ever.
To pour it all out.
Even if I have to spill out my entire guts.
M.P.Yasmine
Moon
I’m washing away my pain with Moon water.
Let placebo take me over.
Moons soft light shining down on my wounds.
My tears taken by tides of gravity.
M.P.Yasmine
I forgive you
I wish i could scream from the top of my lungs that I have forgiven them.
So even my dreams that haunt me at night could hear me.
Frightful whimpers wake me up each night.
The dead still much alive.
Haunting me, hurting me.
My hand covers my mouth.
I softly speak…
M.P.Yasmine
Walk along
When words mean nothing no more.
After life treated you the worst.
Leave them all behind without telling.
Don’t you dare shed one more tear.
In this river of misery those people are thirsty for.
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
Procrastination
”It is with pain you ignore and delay.
With love you accept and conquer.”
M.P.Yasmine
Understanding
Observing with a clear mind.
Emotionless witnessing.
Is like a place not many visited before you.
Steady, dodging collective pain.
Seeing through humanity.
The humbleness you fall into.
Never to be climbed out of.
Doomed to human kindness.
Compassionate and understanding.
The light in darkness occupied by few.