the night is raining
quietly
further away
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I'm standing
in front of my window
naked
nothing to hide
Â
I feel some raindrops
burning my eyes
my cheeks
my chin
Â
somewhere
there's a light
people are surviving
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somewhere
far away
Â
maybe
Â
it's you
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Comments (17)
mr-messy
the head is a large place room enough for secrets room enough to hide room enough to escape to dark corners locked doors bridges to nowhere islands with no bridges its all in your head they say I have to wonder where all that clutter all that detritus of life flotsam and jetsam from years gone by and I sit in my mind hiding from myself in a nest familiar and safe memories close by while I try to keep my demons in locked closets out of sight but not out of mind *** Hope you do not mind a response like this. It came unbidden, and I allowed it to make its way into here.
carlx
Gorgeous words and atmosphere!!!
Juliette.Gribnau
ik heb geen woorden in respons op deze beide teksten, maar wil wel laten weten dat ik er stil van ben, woordeloos stil
stefan_vitanov
Dirk, I'm pretty sure you will be back from hell and one year from now this will be just a memory of a nightmare. Just you need some patience and think about the new great works, which you will create and share with the people here.
Gaiadriel
Pragmatic, truthful, palpable reality...therefore, no less than wholly perfect....(((Dirk)))
RodolfoCiminelli
Impressive work in their all aspects my friend....!!!
auntietk
Exactly.
mansco
A big truth, Dirk!
amota99517
Your pros are heart felt. Wonderful work.
bpclarke
Incredible thought process. Keep on hanging in there. Bunny
CarolSassy
And that time will seem like forever. Time usually only goes by fast when you're having fun. Slow when stuff hits the fan. (:
kansas
Thinking, feeling are things we can't seem to stop or get relief from. Such honesty from deep inside.
Christina
I read all your poems. They make my heart cringe but I also learn a lot about what's going on in your mind in such difficult situation. Your poetry is as wonderful as your graphical art is.
Xantipa
Very very nice - like it a lot
Dinhi
I believe our greatest strengths come when we question our own thoughts... 18 months is a long time.. 4 weeks is a walk in the park.. [=
renderix
all power of all worlds to you to get through these hard times... and i want you to know, that i am thinking on you manny times and i am shure that manny , manny of (creative) people do too! all best whishes to you günter
three_grrr
Four weeks. A short time. Yet eons. You may not be "saved" , but you will have won the battle.