wat gedichten door mij en eentje van enet!

[Demon]

deze is niet van mij:
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

deze wel:
Silence
Silence.
It's a thing that everyone knows and sometimes longs for,
But sometimes,
Just sometimes,
The silence grows old,
So old that it becomes scaring,
Some people break the silence with a sad song or lovely lullaby,
But not me,
It's me that has to break the silence,
I try to pick up my voice but cannot speak,
I turn on the music but the radio's broken,
I listen outside but the birds fell down,
The silence overwhelmes me,
It starts to control me,
But then I notice that the silence isnt silence,
This silence is me.



Freedom
Crying,
Dying,
Tearing apart,
From the inside,
I can feel it burning inside of me,
The tears comming up again,
The pain always asking for more,
That voice that keeps asking,
Inside of me,
I can feel the pain but dont want to,
I wish to end it right now,
But if I end it right here and right now..
It would mean the end,
No, not the end of my life,
But the end of you, of us,
Together no more,
All this just because of one thing,
A thing everyone loves but I cannot have,
A thing I dont want to have,
A thing I disgust,
A thing I dont want to think about,
It makes me feel worthless, broken, and alone,
I wish I could make the pain go away,
But it wont,
It never will,
The memory stalks my mind,
It stalks me all day long till night,
At night in my own world I can be myself,
All myself in my own place I cherish and love so much,
Where nobody asks questions,
This one place I wish excisted,
This place were I'm like a bird,
Going my own way and thinking of nothing but the freedom,
This is what I wish for,
A pair of wings to fly,
To fly to freedom,
To the sky of endless nights,
To the place where I can be what I want,
High, into the darkness, where nobody can see or hear me,
This eternal place,
This place,
A place of freedom.


Black hole
Loved,
Broken,
alone,
I fell down into a hole,
A hole I cannot escape from,
I cannot see, But I can feel,
Pain,
Terrible pain that wont go away,
But it isnt physical pain,
Its the pain of knowing that you wont be there,
That I lost you,
No matter who's mistake it was,
Pain, returning over and over after a moment of joy,
Tearing me apart from the inside and slowly breaking me down..
Breaking...
Falling..
Slowly into pieces,
Till nothing is left,
But the memory of you,
how it used to be,
And how I wish it could be or could have been,
Altough the darkness blackens my insides I still feel a light,
My light in the darkness,
It isnt from the edge of the hole,
no, no it cannot be,
This light I felt.. feel,
This light I cherish so much,
This light I miss so much,
No matter how much pain you made me feel,
This light is you

[_dystopian_]

Echt wel mooi!

Vanwaar komt die eerste? Die niet van jezelf is?

[Demon]

die heb ik ooit op een ''quotations'site gevonden =)