Somehow, I felt the compelling urge to open a tread here I write plenty, but most of it you'll never see (unless I can find a publisher one day who'll publish a Dutch girl's English, post-modernistic, experimental novel, which I have to finish first.) Still, I write short stories and an occasional poem. The first one was a sonnet I had to write for university.


Tightrope dancer

Lost thoughts inside of me wander today
I put them on a plane to let them fly
Because they make me wonder why this way
In a world so different that I can't cry
They say I can't love who I want to love
But do they want for me to die alone?
In all of their teachings neglectful of
What is different a little less monochrome

I fell of the tightrope the spun for me
Into my lover's arms and I breathe at last
Out of the wreck we are finally free
I love her as a woman unsurpassed

Let them damn themselves with hypocrisy
It is real love that they refuse to see.