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.
Come back around
”Sometimes the collision is too small and will be a brief catch and release.”
Until M.P.Yasmine
Divine Feminine
”In regards to stepping into my Divine Feminine Era,
I prefer walking the treadmill as a catwalk.”
M.P.Yasmine
Your Eyes
In my dreams dream.
Dream.
Or even deeper.
Limbo.
My eyes could catch a million stars.
Let galaxies collide.
Your eyes could move mountains.
Shifting tectonic plates.
M.P.Yasmine
All over again
Change of heart.
In the stillness of a sleeping world.
Nothing but sound.
Hearing one of my most cherished music.
For the first time all over again.
M.P.Yasmine
I woke up today
I resonate with the unknown.
I’m sleeping fully awake.
Deeply moved standing still.
Alone but never lonely again.
M.P.Yasmine
De dirigent
”Als de muziek van het leven even stopt met spelen.
Laat de dirigent dan ook even pauze nemen.”
M.P.Yasmine
Courage
”Intuition comes with uncomfortable feelings.
And are defeated with courage.”
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
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
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
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
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
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
Infinity
”What we do in the gap between making the same choice or mistake.
The liminal space between closed and open doors.
we are creating infinity.
And occupy it as if we belong.”
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
Inception
The breakdown of my dreams.
Inception has arrived.
Support is on its way it seems.
The beginning of an almost everlasting end.
The era of gentle heartbeats.
Where sleep will be my friend.
M.P.Yasmine
Shooting Stars
On a hot August summer night.
Not an airplane or satellite in sight.
Time is the only thing that flies.
While watching shooting beams of light.
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
Cyber Stalker
Year after year.
You pop up once in a while.
Messaging me behind the many masks you wear.
The choke hold of me you will not let go.
The grip of your lifetime self hate.
Suffocating yourself while standing in my shadow.
It is not even me you try to follow.
And I do not wish for you to be dead.
Because you already died many years ago.
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
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
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.