Monday, September 14, 2015

No Last Words

pre-text: When no words is more than enough words.

muse: WJ

With no last words
Our arrangement of non-arrangement ended
They say you cannot lose something you never owned
I say you cannot lose something you cannot win
Because you never had love for me to win
Just affection and attention
Still I lost
Bits of myself along the way
All the parts of me that I was proud of
You were too
Because your arm was around my waist
And all eyes were on you and me
Alone with you
I saw slithers of vulnerabilities
Even in the dark
I felt your unwillingness in the moments of silence
No, I would never blame you
The habit of being alone is a hard one to break
I understand more than you know
And honesty is sometimes a cruel policy
Thank you for enforcing it on me
I will miss you
Probably more than I will know
But I will not miss the feelings each time you left
Or turned away from me
And maybe you will miss me, maybe you won’t
I will never know
We never had a photo together
It is just as well
You are forever etched in my memory
I will think of you and my heart will ache
But still I will smile
For now, I must go
I have to break my heart before you do

Saturday, January 18, 2014

jagged edges

pre-text: written for someone who came with declared baggage. i should have ran off, instead i ran forward embracing it. it was then i realized like no one can unpack someone else' s baggage for them.

muse: JP

come here, come into me
take refuge in my arms
come into me
no, your jagged edges don't hurt
look, i have them too
you've been shattered again and again
i know, i know
hush my darling, i know
sometimes even a simple memory can cause a quiver
you shake with fear from within
always thinking the last one was the worst
and you survived
we're survivors, darling, we are
broken, smashed and torn apart repeatedly in ways we didn't know a heart could be destroyed
but look at us now
my uneven edges matches yours
the jutting corners don't prick, poke or hurt
and no, i am not the jigsaw puzzle piece missing from your big picture
our hearts had to be broken over and over again to come together to be whole again

Thursday, December 27, 2012


pre-text: wrote this for someone who celebrated Sinterklaas...tried to write it in the form of AABB with a couple of Dutch words sprinkled in. 

muse: MB

Sinterklaas is happy that you made it back home in time
I suppose I am the only one who thinks it is a crime
Since you did not give me your address to send you a cadeau
This gedicht will just have to do

On the road for months and months
All that freedom, all that fun
Did you find all that you were looking for
All the world has to offer, and still there is more

Hopefully all the people you met along the way
Learned you something that would always stay
Memories need not always be captured in pictures
But stored in the heart and mind, there they are permanent fixtures

I do not need to look at the photos we took
To remember how your beautiful your soul looks
From the first time your blue eyes looked over at me from across the boat
Feelings I have drowned deep inside came afloat

We do not need words, for looking into each other’s eyes is enough
You made me smile from within and when I cried you still managed to make me laugh
I felt your passion for life and love in every moment we touched
Kissing you, hugging you and sporting with you…I miss it all so much

But at las, reality with its responsibilities slapped us both in the face
Holland or Singapore, we are running the same rat race
Distance is just another hurdle, a big raised hump
Question is: will you jump if I jump?

So what is the plan, what now… after the 41-year plan
I guess the only way is to leave it in God’s hands
For now, we shall strive to be just friends
But who is to know, we may have our 4 kids in the end

No worries, ik still hou van jou
Even though you are a “poor farmer” that milks cows
I only hope this gedicht makes it in time for pakjes avond
And makes you have a warm feeling inside your heart and all around

Thursday, July 26, 2012

mix tape

pre-text: I wish mixed tapes were still around and acceptable in this day and age to give to a gift of thought and heart. Often times, old songs have new meaning and stronger emotional connections when you meet that special someone. So much can be said in those songs, without saying anything at all.

muse: DL 

i would love to make you a mix tape
but i am scared of smothering you with cheesiness
i would love to make you a mix tape
then i do not have spell out the words i want to say
i would love to make you a mix tape
the songs can sing for me
i would love to make you a mix tape
so i do not have to see your face when you listen to it

i would love to make you a mix tape
created just for you, only from me
i would love to make you a mix tape
for it tells a story
i would love to make you a mix tape
because each song says something about me to you
i would love to make you a mix tape
i pick each song with my heart
i would love to make you a mix tape
and i want you to listen with your heart
i would love to make you a mix tape
because you cannot skip songs ahead
i would love to make you a mix tape
but you can rewind to your favorite one
i would love to make you a mix tape
so you could listen when you miss me

i would love to make you a mix tape
something about the careless airs of those teenage years
i would love to make you a mix tape
the antiquity of it makes it oh so romantic, and silly
i would love to make you a mix tape
because what it says is more than the sum of the songs
i would love to make you a mix tape
it is a compilation of poetry in melody

i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make (mix) love to you like an ape (tape)
i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tap i would love to make you a mix tape

(mix tapes skip)


pre-text: this concept of time being this entity that is monitoring our lives...and how we struggle with what to do with it and how to use it.

muse: too much time on my hands 

time has grown old
waiting for me to figure out
who i am, what i want,
what i am, who i want

time has grown weary
watching me learn lessons
that i ought to know
things I should have gotten by now

time has grown tired
hearing me say i am here in the here and now
that i will not rendezvous with all that is lost and gone
or daydream about what may or may not be

time has grown cynical
listening to me rationalize my thoughts
and fine-combing my feelings
keeping them in check and under control

time has grown up
outgrown my lies and facades
but now finally i understand
time is growth

just never the way we know.

for my new lover, Under Water

pre-text: Learning to scuba dive may be my first adult-child experience. I felt like a baby opening her eyes for the first time, seeing the world. Everything amazed and fascinated me.

muse: my virgin dive

I am furious at myself
For denying myself to you
It is long overdue
And now you draw me in
With those mesmerizing blues
Fused in with aqua greens
The waves beckon me into your arms
Wide as the eye can see
You make me feel like a child
Reborn into a world of free floating freedom
Everything I see is new, brand new
I marvel at the colors
Wavering from different angles
It is quiet but I hear the soft rhythm of life
Of creatures big and small
Some naked to my eyes
I breathe hard when I let myself go into you
And then you calm me down with your cool touch
I breathe easier I hear myself
Slowly I let you take over and I breathe easy
Every experience we have is different each time
You show me familiar things
And then something new and exotic
Things beyond my imagination
I feel the bursting excitement erupt within me
Like a child, I squeal inside
You are proof to me God exists
For only someone like Him can create something like You
With such variety, diversity and beauty
And to paint you such blues
I ache to be with you again
This time I will not wait too long
There is no holding back
The butterflies in my tummy get restless from my longing
I thank God for our union
I only wish he made me a mermaid
For I would rather be swimming with the fishes
Than be walking amongst men
Please take care of yourself while I am gone
I promise to return to you soon
Where the sea meets the sky
And the blues become one
That is where I will be

what use is a broken heart?

pre-text: Cause after someone shatters your heart, you got to keep living and moving along. And you wonder if you will ever love again...maybe you will, even though it hurts.

muse: all those who have broken my heart before

What use is a broken heart?
It's just like another other broken body part
Subject to years of wear and tear
The weight of life is too much for something so small to bear
It functions almost like it should, except it hurts when put it use
Even if you careful not to subject it to abuse
A simple diagnosis with no simple cure
A doctor may fix it, but the pain you have to endure

What use is a broken heart?
Except to write some words and maybe create some art
Pick up the pieces and glue it back
Even if you do, you will still see the cracks
Put in a nail or two, make it stay together
Still it will never be stronger like before, or ever

What use is a broken heart?
You can't see it even if your ribs were apart
It hurts and aches everyday
But you go on about your way
Hide it with a smile
Maybe no one will notice, maybe it will be all better in a while

What use is a broken heart?
Maybe as a reminder the next time around, to be a little bit more smart
When things break, they fall into smaller pieces
But a broken heart may be the biggest thing there is
It may sound like a myth
But a broken heart may have the most love to give

Sunday, February 26, 2012

I need your wanting.

pre-text: When physical intimacy tempts you with the possibility of an emotional connection.

muse: AS

From the get-go I should have left
You alone
The way you moved those hips
Only hinted at what I was to lust after
“I kinda like you” you said time and time again
In that strangely sexy drunken breath
How much sober truth is that?
You got the right parts good and the wrong parts down pat
I should have stayed away I tried to let you go
But you kept coming back
You found your way back to me in the crowd
And your hands found their way around me
The words you said I wanted to hear
I wished they were honest and true
And then I could let my heart melt freely
Your lips on mine
Needy and wanting
You bite, I thought only I did
The passion you have I can reciprocate
But I got ahead of myself and gave in to you
Even in the dark, I feel your skin shimmer
The same smooth tan all over you
It is like God sculpted you and dipped you whole in cáffe
I could not keep my hands off you
And you would not let go off me in your sleep
I laid on your peachfuzzed-covered chest
Thump, thump, thump your heartbeat goes
No usual two-step beat
I have been here before
And I know better to not make the same mistake twice
But you pull me into you when I crawl back into our makeshift lovenest
I let myself go, if only for a while
“You are comfortable” you said
“You are comforting” I thought
Sex is not love, they say
Affection and intimacy is not connection, I have learned
I know that I am just another girl
And that was just another night
For me you aroused everything that I was fighting against
I gave in to the temptation of him disguised as you
My head said No, my body said Yes
And my soul said Maybe.
I thought I could play this game of two
Except I do not play by the rules
Still I want a rematch
Because like you said “I kinda like you”.

Monday, June 13, 2011

love letter to my morning coffee

pre-text: Just a literal interpretation of something visceral

muse: Gloria Jean's Cafe Mocha

As I cup you tightly in my hands
I hold you snug and close to me
Like you are the only thing that has ever mattered
You wake me up to life
And I'm reduced to a child- like gratefulness each morning
The heat permeates through the cup
Warm and fuzzy
From my hands to my heart
I lower my nose down for a gentle yet deep breath
And then I go "ahhh", letting go all the troubles I've yet to accumulate
This intimate ritual is my personal morning therapy
To start me off right
My quivering lip lowers down to taste you
Anticipation builds every time as if we were meeting for the first time
Will you burn me? Or will you be bold and strong? Maybe you will kill me with your sweetness
And then we finally come together and as I swallow cautiously
I feel you down my throat and then all throughout my being
You return the favor, you envelope me whole in your flavor
Every cell in my body feels like it is should: content
And then all is right with the world, and life.

Monday, April 25, 2011

my group of friends called grief.

pre-text: A self-reflexive look at the different stages of grief. Knowing and acknowledging each one is the first step. As losses accumulate, the physical and tangible losses evolve into the loss of something deeper and intangible.

muse: for those who have lost someone or something. or simply hope.

Oh Denial, you are my SOS
The first one on the scene when shit hits the fan
I can count on you for support
You are always on my side
Seeing things the way I do from where we stand

Bargaining, there you stand
At the corner of False Hope and Reality
Sometimes we win together
Most of the time, I end up losing
You are a tough sell, a big deal of nothing

Anger, you and me can take on the world
It's us against them, we are invincible
I got your back and you got mine
Alone I am passively stewing inside, together we are explosive
We are on the same team in the blame game

Debbie downer is your nickname, Depression
The sound of your name compresses my being,squeezing the life out of my life
You get easier to deal with each time, I must say
Familiarity does not breed contempt
But ease and comfort

Acceptance, I am serious about you but you treat me as a fling
Our time together is real and genuine, and always too brief
Just when I think we are ready to take it to the next level
You leave me and I go sleep with Anger,Depression and Denial, and sometimes Bargaining.
It's a one-sided love affair that's bittersweet at best

Closure is not something to seek
But the close circle of friends I call Grief
Who enclose me within as I sit on this rollercoaster ride called Life
As I go up and down, round and round until it is a big blur
I am grateful for these friends, they have practically become family.