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The Worm
Darkness, cold, suffocating...
Whats the essence of my life?
Why? How? I just cant comprehend
Vibration, sudden joy, changed
Goals are set, questions not asked
A quest to the surface, a quest for joy
Light splinters enter my eyes
A little thing starts to crawl beneath my skin
It rises above, I called it Hope
Then something bigger rises
There was no escape, a dark creature called Faith
Death
Darkness, cold, suffocating...
JW
Different colours crawl through the streets.
Once in a while, a trace of the Middle Ages passes by,
Followed by an invention of the present.
The flags in circle formation all dance on the same rhythm.
Bruges is alive.
Eline
My style
It has been fading for a while
You remember that day
When I stood up and smiled
A fake smile drawn upon my face
So I could also fake the things I say
My eyes
Servants as my real disguise
You look at me, spinning
Searching for a wheel of fortune
Hoping Im the lucky colour
Playing, yearning... winning?
My Fault
Our adaptation to cold
I took the words with quit
Veins are rusted
But no blood slips through
Unless my heart so badly hit
By You
Whos next up pretty, who?
Stijn
Joy in Youth
I cant remember
when I was young,
when I had friends,
when I had a conversation,
when I wasnt alone,
when I had reasons to smile,
when I watched the sun,
when I saw the sea,
when I was happy,
when I was alive,
what was joy to me?
Midu
Wet heaven
I will close my eyes
and see my simple tears
burning in water and snow
the feeling like a tourist
in a strange town
it hurts
when Ill let myself go
theres a big temptation
to say everything I want
I really long to do that
but I cant
Im happy in my memories
but awake, its so cold
maybe I can trust people
but can I trust myself
my own people in a room
but theyll find an answer
an answer beyond me
theres a little angel she s flying
around the big mama
and when I find her I wont
miss anything I want
theres something and
someone I save all my love for
the silent angel and her friend
Caroline Nicoden
When I close my eyes
After darkness
I can only feel
Sound touches my ears nor heart
The taste of nothing is strong
As is the smell
I dig into my own regrets
Relive past pains
Useless, necessary, useless
A circle of ambivalence
Endlessly or maybe not
Why are the strongest feelings always the ones of hate?
People dont appreciate happiness
Until its past
I am just the same
Ignorant, small. I mean nothing.
I am like footsteps on the beach
Washed away with the tide
Without a trace
Sometimes it feels
Like the fingers of Death
Touch my skin and
I find it hard to breath
But yet I know I am now;
I might not be complete, but I feel, I am
Its enough for now.
I open my eyes.
Mijntje van Paridon
EN TOCH EN TOCH
Om de hoek chocolade tieten en dito
brokken, brocante, kantklossende dentellières,
onder volle bruggen waterfiles
vlagvertoon, vergulde torentjes,
citytours, paraplugidsen, kletterkoetsen
puzzelkinderen, filmende flitsfiguranten
echt alles werkt mee aan
een bedorven Brugge
onder kletsnatte druipluchten
temidden van verwaaide cameraslaven
in herfstige kilte
zonder zicht
EN TOCH EN TOCH
voel ik mij veilig, geborgen
wil ik in dit nest warmen
in weldadig Vlaamse armen:
in hun voelbaar warm
mensennest wezen
Vital
Disaster aster star
Unhappy to be happy
Sun shining
Kid crying
Cry
Cry
Tears of joy
Joy, dreaming of better times
Everybody happy
Stars become bright
Bright youll be
Youll see
It will come!
Louise
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