Grinding rough edges.
Shame turned into dust.
That seems to fly.
But settles on your path.
Nochrisis
poem
Day 997, speak to yourself.
Day's pictures, Poetry, Society
Intertwined with loneliness,
the silence when you speak to yourself.
Nochrisis
Verweven met eenzaamheid,
de stilte wanneer je tegen jezelf praat.
I always lived more in my head than in “real life”. Life is something I am interested in ever since I started thinking for myself. I studied it, read countless books about psychology, philosophy and on many other related subjects.
Day 996, a ride you’re on.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Threads turn unnoticed,
Down or up, you like to lead
while viewpoints slowly adjust
you might never realize
that it’s a ride you’re on.
Nochrisis
Day 995, grayness of the day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A grey day’s soft light covers your mood.
Reclined in pallid sorrow you wander,
where endless thoughts flare without shadows.
Dissolved by the grayness of the day.
Nochrisis
Day 994, till dust returns us.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Recurring memories.
Etchings within dark fissures.
Sourced from sudden pressure.
Caught.
Deep, unable to rise from.
Scarred till dust returns us.
Nochrisis
Day 993, mist.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A calm sea
the wake
gently
moves underneath me
But I, I stand still
remembering
the horizon
obscured
for now
in a colorful
mist
Nochrisis
Day 992, in anticipation.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I remember.
My hardened nerves turning.
When the door opened.
In anticipation.
Nochrisis
Day 991, in me.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Disoriented.
Eyes towards a ceiling, that is not there
That face, gazing from above, at me
When the darkness goes inside,
sweltering doubts tear deep.
For what is her demand?
When she looks in me.
Nochrisis
Day 990, It reminded me
Day's pictures, Poetry
The entrance,
I like to leave behind.
The cold wind has blown here.
It reminded me.
Nochrisis
Day 989, to become sharp.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The glass wall blocks out, it is still here.
~
I see through you, but so do you.
~
Please pick me up and let me fall.
~
I want to break to become sharp.
Nochrisis
Day 988, impossible to scale.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A wall looms afar, dark and grey.
Rising higher, I approach,
to see the other… side, if there is one.
Now I am here, reaching out with an open hand.
To feel the surface, resistance, if it is…
cold, hard, impossible to scale.
Nochrisis
Day 987, by those who are not.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When my world was the Christmas tree,
and the three wise men cast their shadows,
I was truly free.
Shielded from the world by those who are not.
Nochrisis
Day 986, I turned.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I lost, for a while now
the innocence, from just opened eyes
it fell down somewhere, maybe when I turned.
Nochrisis
Ik verloor, al een tijdje
de onschuld, van net geopende ogen
het viel ergens, misschien toen ik afsloeg.
Day 985, you want to.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Currents in life.
A changing constant.
When you move from one place,
adjacent to where you want to…
Nochrisis
Stromen in het leven.
Een veranderende constante.
Wanneer je van één plaats vertrekt,
grenzend aan waar je wilt …
Day 984, when you turn.
Day's pictures, Poetry
He approached in disguise.
Adjusting to the words that were,
letting your mood echo.
So, you don’t notice
the stab
when you turn.
Nochrisis
Hij kwam nader, vermomd.
Aanpassend aan de woorden die waren,
laat je stemming weerklinken.
Zodat je niet merkt,
het mes
als je omdraait.
Day 983, Fleeting.
Day's pictures, Philosophy, Poetry
Connected with reality
Is what we are, at cross points
For a second, or a fraction
Cross points of past, future
attention, sleep…a day dream.
Reality is their where we just where
Fleeting.
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 