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PO# 2015
Belgium
Belgium
Siska • 23 • siska.schrijft on instagram
April 25, 2016
 




          
        He sees beauty in her madness.

ORIGINAL
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April 25, 2016
 

Tales And Tongue

Her honeyed words
lingered on his lips,
where they had left
a sticky imprint,
a sweet fragrance,
the taste of
her tales and tongue,
never to be spilled again.

NECTAR SEEKER
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April 24, 2016
 

Twilight

His spirit now roams
the earth and the above,
for he never believed
in more than mortal love.
Forever in twilight,
screaming in endless fear,
the astute atheist
wishes his fate would sheer.

GRAVEYARD
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April 24, 2016
 





                She kisses his voices quiet.

TENDER
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April 24, 2016
 



  
      They write stories
                       between the sheets.

PASSION
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April 23, 2016
 




     When you have cracks in your heart,
               sunshine can enter.

LOVE IS GOLDEN
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April 23, 2016
 

Delusion

Like Belgian weather,
you change with every new day;
delusion your game.

CHARMING CHURN
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April 22, 2016
 

Metamorphosis

Once, a wallflower, she was,
dipped in virgin lavender.
Her metamorphosis
came in early spring,
with a lover's kiss
and his hand on her skin.
Hence, she bloomed
and let the jacinthe grow in her.

SPRINGS NEW PEACH
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April 22, 2016
 




           I am a mystery
                    I would like to unravel.

MOVE FORWARD
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April 21, 2016
 

Oblivious

These hills have eyes,
the trees yell
into the distance,
fish fly and birds swim;
but with you here,
oblivious is all I am.

HAMMOCK HANG
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April 20, 2016
 

Write Me A Soul

Write me a soul
without the snakes of insecurity.
They are the ones
that have no legs,
but crawl within your veins,
between the flesh.
Write me a soul
that thrives with
fierce boldness and pride,
not afraid to be faced
with the dangers of life.
Write me a soul
that yields for
music, poetry, art
and never stops the wonder
of the human heart.
Write me a soul
that feels alive in me,
that consumes the body
and survives in me.
Write me my soul.

MUSICAL NOTES
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April 19, 2016
 

What If

For the first time,
he pulled her close,
like his mind had done
millions of times before,
praying their story
would start with
this 'what if'.

HUG ME
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April 18, 2016
 

Imagine

We hurtled towards
the highest skies,
towards our private universe
of cotton candy clouds;
the stroke of your hand
guided me there,
secretly, softly,
till Earth was out of sight.
I think I remember
or did I imagine it all?

HARD TO STOP
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April 17, 2016
 

Colour Shower

It is that time of day
when all the colours
are bound by
the waking sun
and your irises
are bathing in tones of
lilac, yellow, red.
I hope we do not
run out of time
in this lucid
morning colour shower.

COLOR SHOWER
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April 15, 2016
 

Mystical Memories

In my dreams,
I write letters
to the marvels
of a previous life,
let mystical memories
unravel the devine.

DREAM
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April 16, 2016
 

Lost

What if I lost me?
Would you come
and find me?
Would you search
for my eyes
in a cobalt blue night,
collect my strength
in a rose's thorns
and seek my soul
in the horizon?
Would you hunt
down my name
and scavenge
every lost piece
to make me whole again?
Or would you
let me lose myself further
and obliterate
me to dust?

RESOLVE
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April 14, 2016
 

Warmth blushes
through her skin;
the colour of rich wine,
her luscious lips.
His eyes talk of
passionate red
and the night is set.

EXHALE MY LOVE
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April 13, 2016
 

Crawl Into Me

When the night
seems too dark
or the sun
stands too high,
crawl into me.
When there is
no place to go
and your soul
misses home,
crawl into me.
Miles apart
or a touch away,
crawl into me,
and never let go.

EXTRAORDINARY LOVE
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April 12, 2016
 

Keys

There is no ending
to this night
if we cannot find
the keys I lost.
Oh baby, do you see
they are my
weapon of choice,
the only way
to have you a little longer
before our last kiss?

ENDLESS LOVE
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April 11, 2016
 

Slow Dancing

Even when
the music stopped
and the lights went out,
we kept slow dancing
to the beat
of our broken hearts,
silently swaying,
holding on
to the melody
in our heads
which had not faded, yet.

ON FIRE
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April 10, 2016
 

The Blackest Rose Of All

And you believe
she is the blackest rose of all,
yet I have seen
it is all but an act;
I have scratched
the paint off her petals,
I have peeled her,
layer by layer,
until her heart
showed robust ruby red.

COURAGE
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April 9, 2016
 

A Crumpled Tissue

Right now,
as you read these words,
know the first syllables
were written
on a crumpled tissue
or in the remains
of an old newspaper;
after all,
beautiful things can arise
from waste.

INSPIRE
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April 8, 2016
 

Home

I can smell
your presence
in the air.
Just speak
the simplest of words
to ensure me
you are there.

GRATEFUL
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April 8, 2016
 

SKYLARK CHALLENGE

Today was critical. Today was the beginning of the end for her. And yet, it was the beginning of a new beginning for them. Veronica heard her name. She felt misted, a little dizzy. The lack of sleep in the prison, all the noise, all the worrying - it had made her exhausted. The lawyer next to her touched her shoulder gently, in an attempt to wake her from her daydreaming. Veronica stood up and walked towards the chair next to the judge. Now everyone could see her. All those eyes were pinned on her. She felt uncomfortable, but she knew this was it, the time to speak up. She vowed to tell the truth and waited till her lawyer would start. He was dressed in a beautiful black ...

KILLING KNIFE
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April 7, 2016
 

My Fallen Star

Every night,
I catch my fallen star;
on the soft spot
beneath my thumb,
I keep her
and when the moon
winks at dawn,
I throw her back
into the sky,
where she grows wings
and flies for
a one day eternity.

STARS
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April 6, 2016
 

Nostalgia

My brother,
do you remember
our castles in the sand,
how we played in
the dirt of the earth,
the fortresses of sheets,
where we could escape
time - and the world?
What about our
kites in the air,
planning secret trips
to the moon,
seeking messages
in the eclipse?
I have been
time travelling
on the wish to go back,
to those days.
Will you come?

COLLECT MOMENTS
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April 6, 2016
 

For Now

I want you
to be the reason
for all my moans,
weaknesses and lust,
but for some reason
he is, for now.

PASSION
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April 6, 2016
 

Burnt

With your hand
so close to the flame,
it was no surprise
you were hurt.
I just never thought
you would let me
get burnt too.

HOPES CRUSHED
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April 5, 2016
 

Seconds

As the world around me
froze in time,
I thought about
your strong hands,
how they could do that
in two seconds
and yet melt
every inch of me,
in only one.

PASSIONATE POET
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April 5, 2016
 

Into The Darkness

I left footprints,
when vanishing
into the darkness.
Did you know I could
easily erase them,
wipe them out,
like the sea cleans
the shore every day,
and let the dark have me?
Did you know I could?

RAILROADS
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