For times, alone and ashamed,

Of a life, yet unfinished, yet not completed

I feel so dead inside; the shadow of my past lurks around the corner,

I try to look to the future, but all I see is the empty barrel of my gun,

Staring a hole in the wall, whispers of my forgotten loved ones,

I reflect without a mirror, an image misshapen and cruelly deformed,

By the love we shared, I reach for the unreachable.

Now I see I don't belong here, a ghost midst the living,

Darkness between the stars, these unnecessary words in the sentence,

A glow, a spark in your eyes could save me, If only you would know....

18-08-2008 om 11:20 geschreven door Berre  

Hear a heartbeat in snowstorm of sound,

feel the blood run through your face,

smell the sweet smell of death,

see the wooden floor rising up!

Guilt, Guilt, is the only thing you feel,

At this moment in time,

You can pray for rain,

Pray for the sun to set, pray for the life you stolen,

Look at me, see my eye change colour,

as I lay dead in the resting place you call home,

Hear my thoughts as they flow through your mind,

smell your sweaty face and

the only thing you feel is the fear of being...

Guilty!!!

05-08-2008 om 15:15 geschreven door Berre  

Ik kwam je tegemoet,

rood van schaamte draaide ik me om,

wist ik veel dat je naar me zou kijken,

wist ik veel dat iedereen hier naar me zou kijken.

Doornen wikkelen om m'n hoofd als ik denk,

aan de vriendschap die ik zou kunnen hebben,

aan de vele momenten die ik had kunnen delen met jou.

Maar ik behoor hier niet, val uit de toon tegen,

grijze muren van staal en regels.

Lopend door een doolhof van ogen en haat,

stuur ik mezelf richting waterkant.

Ik zie je reflectie en merk dat men verbeelding me gek maakt,

ik draai me om,

ik zie je,

je ziet me niet,

ik kijk naar mezelf en verlang te zijn, net als jou,

Want de kleur stoorde mij niet, maar jou wel.

02-08-2008 om 20:01 geschreven door Berre  

Please find me, follow my voice,

I'm here in the darkest corner of this large empty space,

Scared to death I whisper dreams of hope and friendship,

Looking through dirty glass I see your steady hand,

Reaching out for me, ...

I see you standing on the other side of the mirror,

You shout, Nothing and Everything at the same time,

Dirty glass stands in my way,

I reach for the curtain, this stops now,

I shed a tear and

Forget you.

02-08-2008 om 16:23 geschreven door Berre  

as I walked the desert of Mortality,

I came to realize the flaws of human kind,

came to sense what meaning this life,

would take me to beyond,

in the night of the passionate harts,

I lurk in the corner of your eyes,

I come to you in calm serenity,

For I don't believe in coincidence,

of life, of love, of death,

I keep searching for the soul,

of your hanged loved ones,

The soul of human kind,

While the cool breeze calms and creeps me to death,

staring in the face of a lion,

staring in the eyes of an angel,

 believing I can live this fucked up dream.

02-08-2008 om 13:31 geschreven door Berre  

Waking up in a river of tears,

The blood stains on my shirt,

I reach for the exit, hoping to find,

Nothing at all, is what appears to be happening,

When I try to breathe, silver glass surrounds me,

Closing in on the hollow words you try to say,

...

But what the fuck should I care if you said the truth or lied,

You’re not the one who died!

02-08-2008 om 13:29 geschreven door Berre  

autumn falls, I lay my head into your arms

Listening to a drum of love,

The sun stretches his fingers over your face,

A flame, a fire spreads in your eyes,

I see a calm darkness in the shadow of the sun,

I see you, an angel, fallen from the clouds above,

Sadly you fold your wings for night is at hand,

I hear you speaking words of silent origin,

Whispers of a long forgotten past, echoing into the future

Saying things will change, saying love will fade,

I close my eyes, hoping it was just a dream,

I feel the sun kissing the lips of this hopeless case,

as I find you long gone.

02-08-2008 om 13:29 geschreven door Berre  

A dark face of the past creeps in the hollow words of the future,

your love confronts me with the horrible truth of mortality

I need my medicine, it's what keeps me going,

keeps me standing, not now, but tomorrow

Time, ... It's a funny thing, a paradoxical image of love.

Fast when loved, slow when broken...

Relative in any other way...

I need my medicine, It's what keeps me here,

keeps me breathing, not now, but yesterday

A sparkling twist of hope lingers in the corners of your eyes,

so fragile a whisper can blow it away.

You'll say it will be alright, but I know better, I've always known better...

I need your love, It's what keeps me living,

keeps me from not killing myself, not tomorrow, not yesterday, but now...

02-08-2008 om 13:27 geschreven door Berre  

My shadow lingers in the dark spaces of my soul

I feel it crawling, urging to feed

The hunger inside keeps filling the void

I need a way out, a way to forget

An isolating calm feeling controls my very hand

The cold metal between my fingers makes me see the truth

Choice is of no matter anymore

The blast will take doubt and fear away from us

Only the touch of your love can sweep,

The tears of dark sorrow collecting in the corners of my eyes

But what if your love is silent and mute?

Like your thoughts floating over your lifeless lips

If I said I was sorry, I would not mean it

If I said I loved you, I would do so for eternity

…Clic...

You’ll always be mine,

Always and … never.

!

02-08-2008 om 13:26 geschreven door Berre  

Neen, uw blog moet niet dagelijks worden bijgewerkt.  Het is gewoon zoals je het zélf wenst.  Indien je geen tijd hebt om dit dagelijks te doen, maar bvb. enkele keren per week, is dit ook goed.  Het is op jouw eigen tempo, met andere woorden: vele keren per dag mag dus ook zeker en vast, 1 keer per week ook.

Er hangt geen echte verplichting aan de regelmaat.  Enkel is het zo hoe regelmatiger je het blog bijwerkt, hoe meer je bezoekers zullen terugkomen en hoe meer bezoekers je krijgt uiteraard. 

27-09-2005 om 16:32 geschreven door Berre