Uncertainty Poems
far enough
by Morgan Cockerham
you’re far enough to feel imaginary—
but close enough to haunt me.
a face in passing,
a voice I shouldn’t miss,
but do.
I don’t know you.
not really.
not the way I’d need to,
to justify
......
second love
by Miki Vermeulen
It’s not even about missing you.
It’s about having to remember
how fast and sudden you switched up,
and how horrible it made me feel.
One day you flipped,
you were sad and miserable,
you didn’t even want to be around me.
I don’t know what I did because you never told me.
You left me so confused and alone
......
Aan de overkant van de weg
by Mario Odekerken
Aan de overkant van de weg
staat een huis met gesloten luiken.
De tuin is stil,
alleen het gras beweegt
onder de adem van de wind.
Iemand heeft ooit een stoel laten staan,
schreef,
alsof die persoon zo terug zou komen.
......
Don't rely on the bogeyman
by Mario Odekerken
Don't rely on the bogeyman
to frighten you into stillness.
He is only a shape carved
from the edges of your doubt,
a shadow cast by stories
meant to keep you from wandering.
The fear is real-
but not the face you gave it.
It waits not under your bed,
......
If tomorrow never comes
by Mario Odekerken
If tomorrow never comes,
the sky will stay draped in unfinished colors,
words will hang unsaid between half-open doors.
The coffee will cool untouched,
the book will close itself
on a story that never found its ending.
If tomorrow never comes,
the earth will still turn,
......
far enough
by Morgan Cockerham
you’re far enough to feel imaginary—
but close enough to haunt me.
a face in passing,
a voice I shouldn’t miss,
but do.
I don’t know you.
not really.
not the way I’d need to,
to justify
......
Aan de overkant van de weg
by Mario Odekerken
Aan de overkant van de weg
staat een huis met gesloten luiken.
De tuin is stil,
alleen het gras beweegt
onder de adem van de wind.
Iemand heeft ooit een stoel laten staan,
schreef,
alsof die persoon zo terug zou komen.
......
Don't rely on the bogeyman
by Mario Odekerken
Don't rely on the bogeyman
to frighten you into stillness.
He is only a shape carved
from the edges of your doubt,
a shadow cast by stories
meant to keep you from wandering.
The fear is real-
but not the face you gave it.
It waits not under your bed,
......
If tomorrow never comes
by Mario Odekerken
If tomorrow never comes,
the sky will stay draped in unfinished colors,
words will hang unsaid between half-open doors.
The coffee will cool untouched,
the book will close itself
on a story that never found its ending.
If tomorrow never comes,
the earth will still turn,
......
second love
by Miki Vermeulen
It’s not even about missing you.
It’s about having to remember
how fast and sudden you switched up,
and how horrible it made me feel.
One day you flipped,
you were sad and miserable,
you didn’t even want to be around me.
I don’t know what I did because you never told me.
You left me so confused and alone
......
