didn’t reach far enough

[het is echt niet grappig hoe lang ik hiermee bezig geweest ben.
Losse rijmende zinnetjes zijn makkelijk, maar als het bij elkaar moest passen is het echt verschrikkelijk frustrerend T.T]

she’s only ever watched clouds from behind her window
won’t ever reach for them, scared of falling afterwards
and every night again she will see the pretty stars glow

they told her how she shines, sparkles, glows, just as much
like the stars she won’t stop looking at;
eventually and almost funnily, she’ll end up with a grudge
against the endless gracious sky above her

a single light glows dims, darkens, dies
her despair shows if you’re able to see into her soul
her heartbeat slows once the last string
(keeping her heart together) snaps

and the stars and clouds will miss her and her glances

Photographs

While looking at these smiling faces,
I can’t help but miss these days
And I am reminded of the empty space
somewhere in my heart
that used to be yours.

After many sad, unsolved cold cases
(the culprit moved on, old love got lost)
all of us are still here, but that might just
be the one single thing that hasn’t changed
Not heartbreaking, but a tragedy nevertheless

Lost friends, lost smiles
a few untold lies
Lost feelings, lost cause
it’s what time does
to all of us

Photographs can’t change what happened,
but they’re still memories
and memories made you the way
you currently are and will be.

Alice?

Alice followed her imagination
down a rabbit hole, into the dark
finally reached the place of her dreams.

Noone’s words can truly be trusted,
no clock gives you the exact time,
still their words can’t be called lies
it’s their truth after all.

Up is down, down is right,
who taught you the difference anyway?
Pick a side, choose a card,
oh and don’t mind me, but if may
ask you this one thing:
you lost yourself in a world that doesn’t resemble your home at all, isn’t that it?

You could’ve been the Queen of Hearts
But you’ve got too much imagination darling
Played all your cards, remaining pieces useless
You kept dreaming, not actually living
Will you able to get your head out of the clouds now?

for old time’s sake

Oh mijn god.
Oh, nee, repelsteeltje moet ik zeggen, want ‘omg’ is standaard. Or so I’ve been told.
Repelsteeltje, wie had ooit gedacht, jaren geleden, dat we zo zouden worden?

Princess dreams have ended, you said goodbye to your fire-brigade future plans, even though
your glass mules are crushed but still there and the fire -
the raging fire turned into a Hell.

Plushie bear was traded for your bff for life!
so surprise: separation was inevitable
- teddy misses you – for old time’s sake

let everything be like yesterday again.
Right after, we’ll move on.

hurt. healed. deceived.

You should not be able to miss something you never had,
but we all know that’s just a statement.
(you were so close when i drowned in my dreams)

You can’t say anything honestly without meaning in,
but I’d say that’s what misleading’s all about.
(liar liar i hate you – or that’s what i like to believe)

You must not hurt, you must not cause pain to others,
but if it’s in your favour, really, go for it!
(hurt, healed, deceived to be repeated endlessly)

Failure

Dear God in Heaven, what went wrong on Earth?

I’d ask him if I were to believe he was listening,
I’d blame him for every time humanity failed,
’cause he’s the one who had to create some puppets,
dump them on some planet far away from Heaven.

I know I’d have to thank him, too,
for life, opportunities, nature, maybe even love.

But I’m human: in the end, I need someone to blame
for everything I did wrong, I just really need
an excuse for my behaviour, all of my actions.

I’m sorry, World. We screwed you up, badly.
I’m sorry, God. I don’t believe you’re listening.

HUSH

hush now, darling
your whispers are for noone to be heard;
quiet now, honey
the stained area of your heart
will be cleared;
shut your cake hole, sweetie
we know your heart got broken
by sugar coated words

Who could’ve known about the deadly poison
perfectly hidden underneath the glazing?

if i could erase all of my mistakes
you’d be the first to disappear

but

if i could go back, make it work out
i’d still try
and fail again

Voorstelpost #2

Best een tijdje kwam datzelfde meisje terug bij de blog, waar ze gezworen had haar hersenspinsels op te zetten. Er was niks te vinden, behalve een lay-out en een voorstelpost en er kleefden wat herinneringen aan; toen was alles anders.

Nee, niet alles.

De zon schijnt nog steeds, oh, en er zijn nog steeds mensen die gelukkig zijn, mensen die voor je klaar staan.

Daarbij, soms is verandering goed.
Soms is het goed als de tijd verstrijkt, je wonden heelt.
Het kan goed zijn om iets achter je te laten.

Of… als je iets echt wilt, niet opgeven.
That’s why I’ll try once again.

Voorstelpost

Nog geen uur geleden, besloot een nieuwsgierig en verveeld meisje een blog bij te houden. Een onderwerp vinden, schrijven en posten. Zo’n post hoefde toch niet per se inhoud te hebben, of wel? En proberen kan geen kwaad.
 Zie hier, mijn eerste post. Mijn vóórstelpost, welteverstaan. Raar dat ik dan nog niet met voorstellen ben begonnen? Nee hoor. Overal omheen kletsen is mijn grootste bezigheid.
Mijn naam is Else, dertien jaar. Waar ik woon zet ik niet zomaar op een weblog, en voor de rest kan ik je eigenlijk alleen maar dit vertellen: ik ben gestoord. Adoh.

xxx, Else