My heart has put the sneakers on and gone for a walk.
Hands in the pockets, she’s whistling a merry tune
while kicking an empty cola can.
My heart is gone.
She’s out for a walk through the quiet streets
of the city shimmering in evening lights.
My heart is not here, she’s gone for a stroll.
Photo by Karo
Heartbreak is something you have to work your way through day by day. Such a cliché; I’m not discovering new America here, I know. Sleepless nights, sudden pangs of pain, flashbacks… Staring at the empty couch and seeing the two of us curled up on it together. On my own filling the space that used to be divided in two. It’s as if my tooth had been extracted and I was waiting for the hole to heal up, every now and then touching the empty place with the tip of the tongue. It’s a bit subtler this time. I’m not plotting least painful suicide methods, not crying my eyes out every night either. Funny… come to think of it, I almost didn’t cry after you left me. Neither am I writing poems full of longing, which is a bit of a shame. Torn hearts usually feed the pen. It’s subtle and quiet this time. Does experience damp the heartache? I’m not sure. I’m coping really well, I’m thinking, patting myself on the shoulder. But amongst all that coping-well-patting-on-the-shoulder I do miss you. I wish you had stayed.
Photo by Karo (aka chattebleu)
42 mutual friends
4 common likes
21 shared photos
the facebook sum of our two years
now we wake up in unknown places
to new faces
again
‘Could I have a few ounces of unconditional love?’ asked the little girl, few pennies rattling in her pockets.
Her shiny, silky skin is a promise of an exotic journey to a noisy market bursting with pungent spices, intoxicating scents and foreign languages. Her hair smells of overseas; the sultry smile in the corner of her lips spreads the heat of Mediterranean sun up your groin. All these lands to conquer… but you’re anchored at a little island in the middle of the Continuous Routine Sea.
Overwhelmed by, bent under Familiarity I shamelessly allow his look to strip me off my everydayness. His eyes denude the curves leading to forgotten orchards, flustering us with unfamiliar flavors. Regular as a heartbeat to you, I’m a promise to him.
Photo Rutger Buiter
Deep in the winter night
silence is filled with unheard noises
snowflakes caress the windowsill
in a relentless rally
Silent night… where’s the holiness?
—–
Somebody softly sighs in their sleep
dreaming of the evanescent
a lover’s arm embraces eternity
entangled in silky hair of a woman
captured in the line of her back
Holy night… where’s the silence?
—-
In the abyss of the winter night
my thoughts are running to you
splitting the holy silence
in a restless race with the dawn
Don’t wake them up.
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Photo Rutger Buiter
I don’t believe in god.
The abstract concept from above
doesn’t speak to me
like your earthly arms,
your warm skin and breath.
You, the skinny brown-eyed man,
the blue-eyed lover,
teacher, father, friend.
My salvation and bane.
After a long silence I’m finally back in the ether. My writing is a bit fussy creature that comes and goes. It doesn’t like life changes and refuses to share my time with others. Sometimes I need to allow it to disappear for a while just to avoid unnecessary frustrations. It comes back eventually. We’re good friends.
The sound of your voice
Still echoes in the hall
Yet I can’t recognize
The words anymore
—
I’m forgetting you bit by bit
Minute by minute
Day by night
Tick by tock
—
Last night or was it the night before
I found a hair on my pillow
And couldn’t recall
To whom it belonged
—
I’m forgetting you bit by bit
Minute by eternity
Day by day
Tick by tock
—
The faint scent of your perfume
Flowing through the house
Makes me wonder who
Brings me violets in the Fall
—
Millimeter by millimeter
Drop by drop
Memory by tear
I’ve forgotten you and me
My body soon learned to respond to his 
and for a while she spoke a language I didn’t understand
though I did like the sound of it.
—
I loved waking up entangled in his arms and legs
his body – my anchor on a sea of restless dreams.
—
He left me drifting aimlessly in a bottomless pit of emptiness
uninvolved
unattached
lost.
—
It took a pair of other, stronger arms to pull me out,
then softly rock me back to my senses.
I’m not sure I would be where I am without you.
