I give hugs in a way that reminds me
of the last Summer leaf clinging to its branch,
with the

You don't get it.
You don't get that
evil starts to devour itself,
once it's done with

The key to mental freedom is relinquishing the unjust
And accepting what was done by learning to

Society has many a secreted taboo
We keep them quiet for protection of who?
Family secrets

There are some Rabbits that are very Lucky cause they get a loving
home with someone

silver shadows sweep the shore
blending with the mist
the sea silent
virtually unseen in the

Each word that painted my sky black,
I give it back. I give it back -

Each syllable that ever

A crimson sunset
An autumn glow
A shorter evening
Chilly but fresh
Birds chatter in hedges

If I could draw upon this melody
all the images that I see

I would paint, delicate and

It starts so soft and quietly,
this lovely, haunting melody -

so careful and so

Oh, how is my life expressly claimed
by notes so delicate and sweet?
The elegant darkness so

In the darkest night I pray for you
In the deepest ocean I waited for you
In the sweetest dream I

The river sings to me with every drop,
the seagull is a moving song -

a nearby raven sets up

You might call it 'scribbled words'
but I'll call each song: poetry
for it soothes the wound that

I descend deeply inside my hell
but this time, I'm more prepared,
ahhh, I know every brick so

On the days I dread the most
the whole world coagulates
to a M.C. Escher-esque drawing
with a

Er was ooit een jongen uit Hoofddorp
die deed echt een prachtige dwerg-worp,
de dwerg was niet

I choose my words with utter care,
each syllable precisely there -

My incantations show it

( Inspired by an epigram by Dorothy Parker )

If one day I miss some of my screws,
unwittingly

There once was a girl who was so small
her backpack looked overly tall
to the people that

There once was a short-tempered poet
who angrily wrote, and she'd know it,
but her poems were

(a letter to my children)

When you were born
the stars in your eyes
settled on earth
and into

Some people are quick
to remind me that
my words don't have
their own PhD's
and that they look

They say their words don't matter,
that their words don't have impact.
It's just "freedom of

There is a long corridor
in my head that
leads to my attic
ful of memories,
screeching behind

On really bad days
I dread the question:
"How are you?"
and I hasten to say:
"I am

If my tears were words
they'd be a scathing indictment of
our callous indifference,
of how we had

I watch my face, my hands and see
the fine lines Life has left on me,
like a much-read love

(to the youth at the gathering of a certain political party)

You cheered the honey-coated

En als ik dan 't leven overdenk
en mijn aandacht aan de juiste dingen schenk
dan kan het niet veel

When I die, don't put me out of sight
of winter-frost and summer-light -
Don't bury

Haunted Attic.

I wish I could scrub my memory
of the two men I still can see

wander through

In many ways,
dealing with my
second rapist
was harder.
Because he was my
boyfriend, whom
I

The first time I was raped
was two weeks before
my 19th birthday.
It was a date-rape.
He, a

Mensenrechten, mensenrechten in de uitverkoop,
mensenrechten, mensenrechten gaan nu naar de

'Let's starve them at the borders, so they don't come hére,
human rights are non-existent when The

You do not see freedom for what it is worth,
for you it's a gíven during your walk on this

You think that I am beyond expired,
that my age has made me worthless now

but your permission is

Tarred & Feathered.

Historians find any rationalization
to sing the praises of

On the rare chance
I can order food in
I notice I always
scan the menu for
The Worst Case

The arc of justice is always bent
by those in chronic jeopardy

by those who are already

Lately my smile is fragile glass,
I staple it across my face

I keep it on until they pass,
try

En dat we, sindsdien,
in vrijheid leven,
maar dat we dit, te vaak, misschien
niet aan een ander

Each time they yell: 'Failed integration!'
I feel the dust of the
undisclosed past
gather on my

Are we largely unseen miracles
in the racing current of time,
barely more than syllables
in a so

A cathedral burns. Centuries
go up in flame
and without facts
people assign blame
to Muslims and

Is it any wonder
that I loathe the package
I am wrapped in?
The body my rapists used
as a

I remember the sound
of your footsteps
and the way my breath
became something to choke on.
How