No sleep again, it’s 5amWe all just need a little something to hold on to.I am stuck in the strings.A nother day at the puppet show.In the strings.Walking through 2nd Avenue.You can meet me half way.Tonight you are haunting me,But I don’t mindYou put a fever inside me, possessed you got me on strings at the puppet show.We have roots like trees,Listen to the wispers … Continue reading Puppet stings
Life: as something happening to you that needs to be controlled, fixed and changed. Imagine what it would be like to let go of the whole game of resisting Life and instead to trust it. In this trust you could then open to it, listen to it, and grow from every encounter.“Your life is a journey from unconsciousness to higher consciousness” (When you learn how … Continue reading LIFE
It’s a writer’s prison when inspiration has left, never can we predict how long it will take to return. But when inspired there’s no stopping it. You jump up to find a pen and paper, making notes, to use later, because a writer knows how quick It can get lost and that is it! I have to meet a poet yet With a past of … Continue reading A writers prison
I blow bubbles in my room sometimes, I am amused and captured by their magical beauty, It’s such a cheap thrill, And every time i see it, i get hipnotiesed by the care free feeling. Continue reading Bubbles
Time heals, that is what came out of my mouth to myself i whispered, but when you are broken and when your day feels like a battlefield of emotions, you just want to hit that person that is saying such things to you, because if only we could live in the moment and feel the pain, instead of trying to manipulate and mold the situation … Continue reading Time heals they said.
It’s a constant battle not to text you, I so badly want to talk to you. So I write about it, I write about how my mind wonders, and thoughts about you come and go. I can write what I want because you don’t read this. I want to tell you that when I look pretty that I wish you could see me, maybe I … Continue reading One text
This is a very special poetry boek, my first book. It was printed last year. I have a couple of copies left. If you are interested email me alichadupl@gmail.com i have in hard copy and ebook. Continue reading Asylum of Verse
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