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LittleWritress

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Enjoy, because the story is worth enjoying. ~ Kim. Young, passionate, curious Writress www.Facebook.com/LittleWritress
November 4, 2019
 

Coffee with Paul the French Guy
Cheescake with Fauaad

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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October 9, 2019
 

I am nothing more
Than a page
Than a moment

Than a feed of life that's fading
Into different shades of grey

I am no more than a routine
Than a sequence
A refrain

That's replayed, reused, recycled
And rewinded every day

I am predictable
Responsible
Reliable
Redundant

I am well thought up and choreographed
Constructed and precise

I am what you see of me
What I leave for you to find

For unperceived
Does not exist

In a world outside the mind

My mind is hidden
Unshared, untrue
Can not be paraphrased

Into words, pictures or sentiments
That fit the everyday

When failing to find
How to share the mind
One forgets how to be
And who to be

Untill trails of thought
Wind up dead ended

...

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 8, 2019
 

How did I wind up here
On the other side of the wall

With eyes as empty as my hands
Through which everything falls

I pray to God that its not what it seems. That it's not as good. That it's not all I ever pictured.

When do I get to rediscover all of this? Before it's too late. Before I believe that it'll never be with anyone like it was with you.

I'm so afraid of missing you. I hate looking at her and thinking that she's better looking. Better at poledancing. That she is better at being happy with you than I ever was.

I'm still haunted and locked up. And I don't want to be anymore. I'm losing faith, I need someone to rescue me.

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 6, 2019
 

Ik wil een ander verhaal. Een ander verhaal dan het verhaal dat ik al heb. Een ander verhaal dan ik altijd al, over en over EN OVER heb verteld.

Het verhaal dat ik zo goed ken dat ik het kan dromen. Dat ik uit kan kotsen omdat ik er zo, ZO klaar mee ben.

Hoe word ik meer dan dit? Meer dan dit verhaal waaruit al mijn gevoel, al mijn inspiratie altijd voortkomt. Ik wil meer dan dit, meer dan deze muze, meer dan deze verstikkende manier van denken. Die mij opsluit, vast houd. Mijn handen, gebonden door de rode draad van mijn verhaallijn.

Ik wil vrij zijn. Vrij van dit verhaal, wie ik ben, wie ik was. Maar hoe kom je los? Hoe ontsnap je aan het verhaal, dat je altijd hebt verteld, en steeds w...

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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September 29, 2019
 

Ik mis het om boos te zijn
Om te schreeuwen en te slaan

Om te koken van de woede
En passievol kapot te gaan

Ik mis het om te vechten
Om gelijk van mens tot mens
Elkaar toegewijd te haten
En niet los meer willen laten

Ik mis het op de rand te staan
Ik mis het om te ver te gaan
Ik mis het zonder wrok of spijt
Vermorzelen van tederheid

Ik mis het hemels hulpeloos
Ik mis het razend roekeloos
Ik mis verdrinken in de strijd
En het verlies van waardigheid

Verslaafd
verstomt
verslagen

En met volle overgave

Zal ik steeds mezelf verlagen

Ga ik op in de extase

SEE IT SHARP
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June 2, 2019
 

As those of you who have seen my ups and downs may know, I ended a relationship of four years because my partner had sex with many women. Well actually, no. That's not why I broke up. Because I stayed even after finding out. I broke up because he kept failing to live up to his promises. I broke up because he blamed me for everything that had happened.

My sister helped me through that period. Though she was against me going back to him she was there most of the time. She voiced his resentment for him, but did comfort me when I cried and went back to him. Now we are not in touch as we used to. She feels elusive sometimes. She's just not good with her phone I suppose, and living apart that's th...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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May 6, 2019
 

How long does it take... Untill you don't move me anymore. That I can be indifferent. That I can see in clear light, and say: "I feel nothing."

Why do I want to smile? Why do I want to encourage. To believe in change

To believe the same old lies I have always created, and always believed. Seeing how they have ruined the people I loved most. They are struggling, they are hurting. Still. Because of me. Because of me believing my lies. About you.

I want to be mad at you, because madness I can give a place in my heart. If I am not mad, but I also can't forgive you. I don't miss you, but you also still feel like you're more mine than anyone else's. Under my spell. Another lie I always believed ...

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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May 6, 2019
 

How long does it take
For a flower to die

A rose to wither wearily
A friend to say goodbye

How long does it take
Before a dream comes to an end

Before the footsteps on a surface
Are covered up in sand

How long does it take
Till all the droplets in the sea
Till all the stars high in the sky
Till all the pebbles
All the trees

Untill of of them have faded
And a foe becomes a foil
Will a new seed sprout it's leaflets

Start to grow in havocked soil

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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February 22, 2019
 

Replacement is a feeling that latches deep into a soul.

It is such harsh value judgements that it can shake an entire person's foundation and self-image. And even if the self-worth is grounded strongly enough, it atleast causes a rare kind of heartbreak.

Especially when this person was, in your eyes, deemed irreplaceable.

Replacement by othersis an attack on one's own sense of uniqueness, of unmatched value that is now matched, and beaten.

A friendship that ends in replacement, is one that will haunt, and hurt, for a long time.

And will leave one wondering... Was it deserved?

WHITE CLOCK
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February 14, 2019
 

The day she turned into a Peacock
She shook up all her feathers

And from the down that dared not speak
emerged amazing colors

When she turned into a peacock
She stretched her neck and grew

Saw things in a new perspective
from her lengthy royal blue

When she turned into a peacock
on her head emerged a crown

Only matched in vibrant beauty
by the long drag of her gown

The day she turned into a peacock
She leaped into the sky

Realizing her full potential
as she spread her wings to fly

When she turned into a peacock
She was no longer afraid

And as she sat down
on her tree-top-throne

was mistress of her fate.

FAVORITE COLORS
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February 14, 2019
 

Love is patient.
Love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. Love never fails.

Love is with you.

- Lettrs

TINY QUEEN
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September 28, 2015
 

Allright everyone listen up!

Now thats sounds like a normal thing to say, no?
Yet I am certain that the majority of people, doesn't realize that it is not.

Because what if listening up is not an option? What if, in fact, listening in any direction is impossible?

Living life muted. I never comprehended the impact of it.

I never realized what it would be like to not be able to sing, to voice, to listen to music, to dance, to just walk up to someone and say hello. It sounds like a distant world, whereas in fact that world hardly sounds at all!

But here's the paradox.
Do not pitty our feeble ears.

Living life with the volume a little lower than average has obscured perks. There is lots of...

ORIGINAL
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February 1, 2019
 

- Those Who Act Win -

'The Good' or 'Happiness' is not something which we possess, but it is something which, if we want to have it, we must practice actively, every day.

"For, in the Olympic Games, it is not the most beautiful and the strongest that are crowned, but those who compete. Those who act win, and rightly win, the noble and good things in life." - Nicomachean Ethics By Aristotle

Start doing.

BE BRAVE
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December 24, 2018
 

Wish I could rip out my heart
My stupid heart

No not my heart
My head, my mind

So consumed by hate
And sleepless nights

Eaten up by anger and rage
Before Christmas
It shames me

Is this how murderers are made?
Is this how murderers are made?

Just take it out
Take it away
Away from me
Out of me
I pray it never happened
I wish it never happened
I wish I never got so raped by another mind

So much hate.
But the haters are losers
The haters are those who lose the most

I don't want to be
I hate the hate
I hate the tears
I hate everything you even looked at

Is this how murderers are made?

I hate how you raped me
How could you even?

You put your hate in me so forcefully

How does one forgi...

CHRISTMAS FLOWERS
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December 8, 2018
 

Let the rain fall like teardrops
from a desolate sky.

It's the grief of the darkness
when the moon 's at its high.

Let the wind be your whispers that howl through the night.

When it storms with the wondrous,
it is safest inside.

BE BRAVE
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November 16, 2018
 

I hate you now
For how you said goodbye
But I know I will cry on the day that you die

I hate you now
For my pain and your lies
But I know I will cry on the day that you die

I will not forgive you
For your hatred and crimes
But I know I will cry on the day that you die

Will remember how cruelly
You left me behind
But I know I will cry on the day that you die

Pray you won't find peace
In your heart nor your mind
But I know I will cry on the day that you die

Tell the tale of a man
Who destroyed other's lifes
Who knowingly destructed
My fierceness to fight

Left me raped and abused
Left me broken inside

But I know I will cry on the day that you die

But I know I will cry on the day that yo...

BLUSHED
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October 17, 2018
 

I have spent too many words. They're too precious, and yet they were thrown in a bottomless well. I don't want to do that anymore. They should be used on someone worthy, and that someone is me.

I don't even want to acknowledge the sadness I feel. Because it seems as if it doesn't do justice to how things are. But at times, when I go searching for reasons, for a how or a why, I open the door and dip in to what is still there. The nameless sensation I have never had before.

And I don't want to name it, because naming might give it the idea it deserves a place in my life, which it does not. It is hard to mourn when nothing is lost. Nothing but a fickle idea. And a feeling.

And maybe, that's...

WHITE CLOCK
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August 27, 2018
 

I hate every toxic memory.

STRAIGHT LINES
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August 27, 2018
 

I wish I had never met you.

MAKE IDEAS HAPPEN
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August 18, 2018
 

The worst are the fucking dreams.
Where, while you sleep, your mind wakes up, takes control, and terrorises you with it's terrible imagery. You'd think it's the heart that hurts you the most, but the mind is it's terrible partner.

It takes whatever pain it can find. Whatever hope or trauma or heartache that still lingers in the depths of who you are. The mind scoops it all up and throws it onto a big pile to create the most horrendous thing you'll ever experience.

Those you lost, come alive. With magnified personalities, showing the worst or the best you've ever seen in them. Ready to play out your deepest hopes and dreams or your worst fears and anxieties. Cunningly, the mind conjures up ...

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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June 20, 2018
 

Dear someone,

Help me.

Help me, because I feel like I can't move on another day without losing what I love. And help me, because I don't know what love is and people are telling me that what I feel isn't it.

I was with someone who I believed to be THE ONE for 3,5 years from my 17th to 20th birthday. As it turns out, this person has cheated on me more than once, lied about it to me, and blamed me for the trust issues we had.

When I broke up with him because his best friend told me he cheated, he tried everything to convince me that that friend had lied, because he wanted me back. In the end, turned out he did cheat and that his friend hadn't lied. He said he didn't dare tell me because he ...

MAJOR STEPHEN REICH
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May 10, 2018
 

My little lovely heart. My once unfaithful heart. How I love her. Her gentleness, her grace, her endless amounts of love that she pours out onto everyone the moment she gets the chance. She jumps. She runs. She trips and falls. She loves to dance.

My little lovely heart, she dreams and sings and loves. She cries, a lot, too. She feels so much. Open wider than windows on a summer evening.

My young, naive heart. She sees no wrong. A careless child. With reaching arms. Blinded from looking at the sun too long.

She wants to love. She wants to hold. She wants forever, preferably now. She's childish, impatient, a little mean sometimes. But baptised in honesty and good intent.

When she shows, sh...

BLOSSOMING
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May 8, 2018
 

- A poem from my future lover -

Here's to whispers
Here's to talks
Here's to long night and aimless walks

Here's to laughter
Here's to tears
Here's to long lost, lucid years

Here's to loving
Here's to joy
Here's to the days that we enjoy

Here's to beauty
To all that's true

Here's to the road that brought me you

PIECE OF HEAVEN
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May 6, 2018
Apeldoorn, Netherlands

I think talking only makes things worse. It was not just you cheating, it was a whole year of pain and insecurity in which I felt very alone and was no longer happy because of our relationship. I don't believe the person you are can make me happy, and I don't believe in change anymore after two years of trying. You lied too much already to make me believe you if we talk anyway, and I am done being hurt. You took me for granted and wasted your chance on us, now we both deal with the consequences untill time makes us forget.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 28, 2018
 

Kijk

Kijk eens even heel goed

Naar waar je vandaan bent gekomen en waar je nu staat

Met je rug recht en je hoofd omhoog

Kijk eens naar jezelf

Je ogen

Je straalt

Je bent mooi

Jij mag er zijn

Met je armen open en je haren in de wind

Handen ver rijkend naar de wolken

Een adem

Een aanloop

Je springt

En zweeft

Je kan ze nog wel horen, maar het geluid veraagt en de wind suist

Je vliegt, je leeft

En je hebt lief

PINEAPPLE
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April 26, 2018
 

I sigh and grunt angrily. I could try write out for you what that must have sounded like, but I don't think that there's many literary devices that could accurately illustrate and convey the frustration that accompanies a growl like that.

In fact, I had to quickly escape to google translate to check if by 'grunt' I didn't actually mean  'groan' or 'grumble'. Am I that creatively-incapable? I sigh again.
I guess I must be.

An annoying, whiny voice breaks my concentration. I look up from my writing at the laptop in front of me and click the tab that says 'Kylie Minogue - Stop...'
Ironically, the sentence is cut off there.

"Yeah, Kylie. Stop." I think as I make her shut up with a single click...

FACE YOUR FEARS
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April 24, 2018
 

Appearance is a powerful tool. And the biggest lie you can tell someone. I always used to think that a lie could be seen in someone’s eyes when told. That the truth would float up to the surface, visible like an oil stain on water. But it does not. Truths are like separated droplets in a sea. Unseen, submerged, dissolved. We only see the sea. Appearance is a powerful tool.

I don’t like the taste of coffee. But I drink it anyway because I feel like I need it. Sometimes. We need to move on fuelled by whatever floats our boats. As long as we keep pushing forward. Go, go. Figure it out. Figure it out. But don’t stop moving. I don’t like the taste of coffee because it’s bitter. It even sounds b...

ORIGINAL
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April 16, 2018
 

The time he secretly went out with Felicia and said: 'Oh wat erg... Gaan we een keer uit gebeurt dit!' He either took someone home, kissed, or went home with someone to their place. Felicia knew about this cheating.

The time he had text from Nina, saying 'Waarom doen we dit toch altijd? XD' and 'Wel gek. Nu associeer ik thee met jou met sex.' And you said that you just "talked about sex while drinking tea". And dumb me gave you the benefit of the doubt. How could I be this stupid? Now we know better.

You went to parties of Loes, obviously slutty as we can derive from her trying to grab you ass, trying to take off her pants to show HER ass, and showing us a video of a guy coming in her eye....

LOVE, HER
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April 2, 2018
 

Only time can save me now
With tie and knot a rope

My feet below they leave the ground
Condemn the fleeting hope

Its sickness of the heart
As it has rot away for years

Must it now be revived from pain
And dry up in its tears

Never again, no more I plea
I leave this heart to history

Happiness to myself I vow

Only time can save me now

ANGEL OF FAITH
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March 17, 2018
 

I lost it all

To you I fall
Through my fingers you ran away

We couldn't hold
We broke
We crawled

And never did I really think
To you I'd lose
But still we can't
And still we want

We hurt each other either way
Why is it so hard not to stay?

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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