I look at you, cheerful and joyous;
Your presence, your laughter, your voice.
You're too precious to even take a risk;
To me, you're the most valuable, a brisk.
You, the one who protects me from each storm;
In each cold dismay, your hand as an anchor warm.
I'm too young to swear an oath, to protect you, they say;
......
It's a September morning
Everything inside me is breaking
Everything seems okay yet I am not fine
Can't control this mind of mine
It's easy for you to point at my defect
But I already know I am not perfect
No matter how much I do
It's never enough for you
I wanna do more just so you'll be happy
But they are not cooperating, my mind and body
......
To a place new, land new
You shall go – one day
Leaving behind memories lovely
For Papa and mama – my little fay
I knew this day, would come one day
When you would find Prince of your Dreams
You shall leave behind golden memories
of childhood, to cherish on reams and reams
......
Science says we're born of steam and stardust,
The spoils of supernovae given life.
I have proof that I am made of Starburst,
The simple gesture made my mom a wife.
Father slept in class with one palm open,
My mother placed a pink one in his hand.
I owe my life to that single moment,
A sweet display of love she hadn't planned.
Twelve long years their hearts withstood division,
Together they raised three unruly boys.
......
A soft touch on your skin when you’re upset.
A comforting body when you need someone to hold.
A loving person in times you feel lonely.
Most important someone who loves you for you, and is proud of your existence.
It’s hard to explain why I miss something that was never there. It’s even harder to imagine how it would feel, have you not experienced it yourself.
It baffles me that this is something I could not experience myself. I envy everyone who did.
Maybe I would be more human, instead I’m full of hatred.
......
I look at you, cheerful and joyous;
Your presence, your laughter, your voice.
You're too precious to even take a risk;
To me, you're the most valuable, a brisk.
You, the one who protects me from each storm;
In each cold dismay, your hand as an anchor warm.
I'm too young to swear an oath, to protect you, they say;
......
Als zoon van Willy Odekerken en Maria Wolfs
draag ik meer dan een naam.
Ik draag hun zorg,
hun keuzes,
hun stiltes en hun woorden
die mij gevormd hebben
nog voor ik het begreep.
In hun ogen leerde ik kijken,
in hun handen vond ik richting.
......
The sun falls,
And night begins,
Blue irises enthrall,
The eyes of my kin.
I never shared that ocean,
I was always miles behind,
always reachin',
never could unwind.
My eyes of grass,
On a summer's day,
......
My father's gun hung on the door,
at first menacing, then necessary.
That gun kept out the wolves,
the bears,
and the wind howling.
The gun kept out the cold,
my mother no longer shivered,
and my father no longer took watch.
The stars no longer stared,
and the moon no longer seemed like a dream.
......
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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