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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
June 19, 2017
 

I confine my little life
To the contents of a box

Wrapped up in carbon
All I own

My paintings, books and colored socks

The pictures I take off the walls
And carefully tuck them away

Between my sheets and pillowcase
To be hung up some other day

When I lock my door one last time
Nostalgia exults

And then Ieave
in search of 'home'

The nomad life of young adults

JULI
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May 26, 2017
 

Please help a broken wing.

Here's something I wrote on a girls forum in utter desperation. I need someone to help me. Please, help.

- A broken winged Writress

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Hi... So I finally found a topic that suits my issue, and I am having huge trouble. I don't know who to turn to and it's getting so bad that I have come to this place... A girls forum. So here comes the story of Snooper Gurl, please, please help me out.

This problem started way, way back. I am in a relationship of about three years with a man of 27. I am 19, but he's a lot more immature than his age and I am a lot more grown up for my age. We meet in the middle, and though we had to fight f...

FREEDOM FOR EVERYONE
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May 23, 2017
 

Dansen met de wind
In de armen van de wolken
Waar geluiden lieflijk dwalen
Zacht als watten, stil, verstomd

Beweeg ik zwevend door de leegte
Met een glimlach om mijn mond
En de wind, zij is mijn partner
Die mij mee neemt in haar dans

Zo stuurt en begeleidt ze
verhaalt en draait zij mij
dansend als een zomeravond
die haar rust en einde vindt

Leeg van binnen en van buiten
waait ze teder door mij heen
Tot ze rustig weer gaat liggen

Dansen met de wind

Voor Bjørn-Olle

TAIBA BILAL
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May 7, 2017
 

Me and my unfaithful heart
At night stay up and fight
And I hate her and she hates me
We mutually collide

When I tell her to cut it out
She quivers in my chest
And stabs me with an aching pain
Saying it's for the best

That she protects me out of love
But all she does is cuss
Upon the things I care for most
And worries it to dust

When I go to bed at night
that's when she likes to start
To cultivate the fears that grow
And blossom in my heart

I don't know what do with her
When all she does is beat
That heavy drum inside my chest
Announcing my defeat

Me and my unfaithful heart
We do make quite the pair
But despite all, I know I'd lose
my way if she's not there

We know that we can't go ...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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May 1, 2017
 

Dear distant stars,
Please watch over me tonight
Shelter me with soothing shimmer
Give my dark a little light

Then I'll rest in peace and silence,
knowing that stars in the sky,
place their waking eyes upon me
As the darkest nights go by

And as a speck of dust I wander
leaving but a little trace

Of what I was and am and will be
In this vast and timeless space

Dear distant stars,
It's the children of the night
Who you lovingly gaze down on
As their deepest dreams take flight

Child of starlight,
Be at peace

Rest the worries that you weigh

And let quiet slumber take you
To the dawning of the day

MAY PHOTO MONTH
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April 6, 2017
 

Let boys be boys

I'm caught up for a moment in my tangled thoughts that run everywhere, but I want to try bring across a couple of points.

First of all, detaching from the pressure and standards girls need to adhere too is getting more and more attention in my personal environment. I'm participating in lectures about 'reversed catcalling', I'm confronted with women choosing not to shave because they do not want to and shouldn't be forced to, even though my own cultural oppression causes me to feel dirty if I don't shave. There is a more modern form of feminism on the rise and there's a lot of powerful characters around who intrigue me and who fight for women being allowed to be women witho...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 13, 2017
 

Quiet wordlessness
of the body, mind and soul
When is called upon it echoes
through its empty, quiet whole

In the absence of the clamor
quietude can calmly be
In the kingdom of the quiet
Gurgles taciturnity

In silence without consonace
Tranquility, with grace,
swallows up and washes over
the vast toneless, endless space

Finding content in cessation
of disturbed serenity
Returns resonance and sound
to speak the inexplicably.

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 11, 2017
 

It's been one and a million years of change since I been here. I recognize my small, insecure self in the letters I wrote. Still afraid to dare. Still afraid to dream. But did it anyway.

I am almost a year in university now. I have my own dance class of 16 amazing young women who trust me to teach them. I took on poledancing and I'm learning fast. My grades are as they should be. I moved out of the house of my parents and started living on my own. My little ivory tower, three stories high. A little palace filled with light and warmth. With windows and paintings and christmas lights that shine long after Christmas.

Finally, maybe, there's room to grow. Finally, I feel more elevated. Though...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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June 1, 2016
 

Traveling with you again.
I call you my most faithful friend.

Because when everybody found their seat,
Its you who keeps me company.

You ask me how I'm doing, what I'm thinking, how I feel.
While only you acknowledge, the pain with which we deal.

We only talk in silence, so that nobody can hear. And wordlessly I share with you, insecurities and fear.

I hope that some day you'll take off, and that you'll stay away from me. I count the days until you're gone, until without you I can be.

But until then I share with you,
my most faithful friend

In this crowded bus so full
some of them have to stand

They're all pretending not to see,
but damn well know you're there.

Sitting next to me, ...

ORIGINAL
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May 19, 2016
 

Let me
Let me love

Let me get closer to your hiding
To your crawling deep in nooks unknown

and find you in the darkness

Let me, let me
hold you dearest
and weigh your worries in my arms
Shield you from the world that roars, but whispers when when you're close to me

Let me soften all the sounds, the vibrant colors turned to mist
To ease the racing in your heart
and hold it tightly as it sleeps

Let me, let me.

Let me, dearest.

Because I travel where you can't see
Because I want to let you feel
To be let loved by me

ORIGINAL
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May 18, 2016
 

You think we do not hear
but all the walls have ears

You think we do not feel deceit whenever it is near

You think we do not see
You think we do not know

You think that yet another lie is not another blow

You think we do not grasp the way you wringe and cringe and smile

You think you can conceal the way you've struggled for a while

By letting nothing pass the border of your iron will

You think you can sentence to silence what is there to kill

ORIGINAL
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May 11, 2016
 

Bbrrdoom... doum... doum...

A distant drum echoes across the empty lands. It's an ominous sound that brings a message of change... and danger.
The desperate cries that had filled the air before, have grown silent. For everyone knows that tonight, they have reached a point beyond despair. Those who stand in fear embrace their unavoidable fate, and those with strength left to stand up straight sharpen their weapons for the fight to come...

For all know, that when tomorrow comes, there is no way back. One more night. One more dawn.

In the calmth before the storm, people close their eyes.

And they pray.

Hoping that whatever God is there hears them, shelters them, harbors them, as the day of...

ORIGINAL
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April 7, 2016
 

I sit here, listening to my ex-best friend laughing till tears well up in her eyes. It's when I realize, that I can't remember the last time I laughed until I lay on the ground crying.

I do remember the last time I lay on the ground crying though. oh such pessimistic thoughts! stop it!

I'm through with this. with these people. with these surroundings. with these expectations. with these responsibilities. with this attitude! my attitude! get out of here!

There. shake it off.

I need an emotional renaissance. a rebirth. a new current and a refreshing wind. I feel no urge to carry on trying here, though I have to. I can not leave this chapter without an ending. otherwise it'll just dread o...

DARK ASH GREY
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April 1, 2016
 

"Dearest..?"
She wasn't sure whether she had spoken to him or to the empty ceiling high above her. For a long time the only sound that had filled the room was his rhythmic breathing.
In... and out... Not a word was said.

The breathing stopped. For one second only. And that second rippled an eternity of silence. She turned her head sideways to look at him, and witness the sight that had pained her the last couple of hours.
His forehead was pleated into a tormented frown, as if the weight of the world pushed down his eyebrows. He gazed at the ceiling too, but with a look that was so intense it could split a heart in two. As if the ceiling was to blame for all of this...

He didn't turn to l...

ORIGINAL
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March 22, 2016
 

Niet in mijn land
niet in mijn huis
niet in mijn hart

Not in my country
not in my home
not in my heart

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 19, 2016
 

Waar ben je dan?
Als je snachts loopt over straat
Op je ver versleten gympjes
in je oude, blauwe trui

En mis je thuis?
Je bed, je kamer
Die nu leeg is
zonder jou

Wil je naar huis?
Of ging je juist
omdat het niet meer ging
en je moest gaan

Waar ga je heen
reiziger te voet
en kom je ooit
weer aan?

ORIGINAL
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March 2, 2016
 

I come from an ancient species. Much like you. Not divine. Evolutionary. Yet our legacy started long before you could walk on two legs.
We developed ourselves quickly and adapted easily to extreme circumstances. Eventhough we've often been associated with the sky, and anything with wings, we're more closely tied to reptiles.We can endure great heat and high pressure. We run fast, are able to travel long distances through freezing environments. Our skin is supple, yet strong and can endure a rough circumstances.
In a way, we are the ultimate survival species. We do not have sharp claws, or long teeth with which we could have defended ourselves against the rough beasts that roamed the lands ma...

ORIGINAL
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February 21, 2016
 

It's been one, two, three hours
Since the last time
that I've seen
You

These one, two, three, hours
and the last time
that we talked
To

In one, two three hours
when the checkmarks
would still go
Blue

For one, two, THREE hours
and you're still not
responding
Who

In one, TWO, THREE hours
do you think you
have become
To

For ONE, TWO, THREE hours
ignore me the way
that you
Do!

FOR ONE. TWO. THREE HOURS!
You better have
an excuse
Too!

For one, three, hours.
You know what?

I think that we're
Through.

ORIGINAL
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February 21, 2016
 

~ The unsatisfying ode ~

I dedicate this to you,

because you dominate my mind and cloud it with woolly words.

Because in your presence I become a fluffy cloud that hovers just above the ground.

Because you make me think in rhyme and speak in poems! And every sentence wants to be a euphonious expression that celebrates your beauty.

I am searching synonyms to make the beautiful beautifuller, and make up vocabulary to justify my use of beautifuller.

But even my words, which are quite expressive, wither in comparison to what needs to be said.

Yesterday I found myself sitting on your kitchen counter, reading Shakespeare poems to you 02:15 at night, while you were making tea, smiling at you...

ORIGINAL
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February 21, 2016
 

Mag ik met jou?
Met jouw hand in die van mij

Mag ik met jou?
Met jou de wereld zien

Mag ik bij jou?
Altijd bij jou zijde staan

Mag ik bij jou?
Bij jou in je armen zijn

Wil jij met mij?
Al je dagen en je nachten

Wil jij met mij?
Je leven delen voor altijd

THE GLASS STAMP
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February 19, 2016
 

Met gesloten ogen
tasten handen door de tijd
navigeren door het donker van vervaagde herinneringen

Trachtend om weer grip te krijgen
op de dagen lang voorbij
en te kneden wat gebroken is
verkruimeld is
tot gruis

Wiegend in gedachten troost het hart wat is geweest
en laat los wat enkel nog bestaat gevangen in de geest

Met gesloten ogen
zie ik jou een laatste keer
kijk ik tot je bent verdwenen

Open ik mijn ogen weer.

ORIGINAL
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January 20, 2016
 

Een ik als ik
En jij als jij
ze noemen zich volmondig wij

Het ideaal van op een lijn
Is allemaal hetzelfde zijn

Liever geen anderen er bij

Zij zijn immers niet als wij
En steek jij je hand uit naar mij
Zet ik liever een stap opzij

Een ik als ik
en jij als jij
heeft jou liever niet te dichtbij

En makkelijker is langszij
weer opgaan in de maatschapij

Een jij als ik
is net als wij

Gevlucht voor haat en razernij
Wil jij nu rusten van de pijn

Laten we verdraagzaam zijn.

ORIGINAL
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January 6, 2016
 

Een hart vol van vergiffenis
herinnering en spijt
Van eenzaamheid en tranen
In de storm zichzelf kwijt

Een hart met barsten
heeft geleefd
Viel op den duur kapot

Met breuken, barstjes, lijnen
Opgeborgen en op slot

En toch,

Een hart met jonge dromen
open armen en een lach
verwelkomt alle mooie,
kleine dingen in een dag

Een hart dat steeds opniew begint
Dat steeds weer durft te leven
Een hart dat koester en bemint,

bereid om te vergeven.

ORIGINAL
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December 24, 2015
 

I love you
I love
I

Think you are beautiful
Think you are
Think you
Think

About the good days
about the good
about the
about

Our story
Our

Love
I love
I love you

ORIGINAL
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December 24, 2015
 

What I ask for Christmas
is acceptance and mutual love

If there is a God,

I ask him with a deep pain in my heart to scrape up some loving and share it between the people I love most. So that they can peacefully share a chamber in my heart.

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December 21, 2015
 

Hoop,

het komt u duur te staan
Al heeft uw hoop u niks misdaan
De prijs van hoop stijgt op den duur
En maakt nu ons het leven zuur

Uw hoop op een nieuw begin
Beantwoord werd die evenmin
Want al is oorlog nu voorbij
De zondebokken: dat zijn wij!

Zie hoe uw Duitse Mark verdwijnt
En door Versailles ondermijnt
gaat Duitsland zorgvuldig stuk
onder economische druk

Nu bouwen we kastelen
van pakjes bankbiljetten
Maar om het Duitse volk
toch nog aan het werk te zetten

Wordt UW spaarrekening geplunderd
Terwijl de Weimar Republiek glundert
en geld uitgeeft met gulle hand
Aan een al gebroken land

De dupe van deze crisisjaren
zijn de burgers die wilde sparen
En al recht de economie haar rug
Uw...

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December 18, 2015
 

Hoop

Ze danste door de straten
met haar haren in de wind

En menig mens dat naar haar staarde zei,
" 'T is een gelukkig kind"

Hoop met haar zwarte haren
donkere wenkbrauwen
bruine ogen

De jeugdigheid in puurste zin
was nog naïef bevlogen

En uit de verte keek ze toe
donkere wolken pakten samen
Maar de gevaren van de storm
kon zei nog niet beramen

Zelfs met de eerste druppels
Bleef hoop haar geloof gedegen

Terwijl de straten leegliepen
Ondergedoken voor de regen

Hoop met haar haren in de wind
Is nooit meer van gehoord
Na dat ze in de trein stapte

In ein kampf vermoord

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December 14, 2015
 

I can't even stand to look at me right now.

To be confronted with the lesser version of who I was. And to hear everyone give me reasons why I am, is maddening.

Truth is, I don't want reason. Because I fear it turns against me.
I do not dare think of a time and place where I exist without you.

I want to be happy again. I want to be carelessly happy again. Without a care in the world. Why has loving become a melancholic process that hurts?

I love you, with pain in my heart. And I know how much you love me too. And how fearful you are of losing me.

God,  you're beautiful.
I keep telling myself how beautiful you are. How safe it feels to hide my face in your hands. To press my cheek agains...

ORIGINAL
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December 12, 2015
 

Hold back the waterfall
with bricks and stones a wall

And built it high
so high

That not a drop will pass at all

Then kick it down
with tearing force

Break and dams will burst

Then drown in it
the waterfall

and satisfy your thirst

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