Expression

My home and my vacation
My sun and my rain
My destruction and my salvation
The cure...

(In Dutch)
We kleuren elke dag onze dag in alsof het een tekening is.
Sommige gaan heftig te...

I,
Who to many in my many
Encounters, have only ever appeared
To be a mystery...

Blowing kisses to walruses
Cocooned, no metamorphosis
The taste of the reapers kiss......

Some mornings I awake a Cult Centre
of idolatrous worship

Hutchence morphs into Kravitz upon...

A blank piece of paper, I once was a tree.

Rooted in the earth home to me.

My branches...

I wish I was in the ‘Roaring twenties’
I’d fit into that style
The very thought of being a ‘...

A Wallop so hard everything metamorphs,
My views and my nature all transformed,
Injustice...

From the first time ever I put my head in phones,

I found a purpose for my stress and a method to...

the expressionless face
hides behind the door –
her elbows and knees
fall below to...

It is Sunday, and we sit down for our weekly coffee date in our usual spot- the far right corner of the...

The Sky
acknowledges
Earth’s
presence.

Shared
glares with
...

My bedroom was my place, a fortress where I wrote,
A castle that was mine, but still dark, lonely...

Lyrical flutter gathers in pace from the lips of all who dare,
To create and inspire and bare our...