LIT Literatuur, Taal en Kunst
Boekbesprekingen, vragen over schrijvers, je favoriete theaterstuk, de mooiste schilderijen of de beste musea. Een must voor alle liefhebbers van kunst, boeken, theater en taal.
Ik wilde dit alleen even kwijt, m'n eerste echte gedicht en hopelijk ook de laatste...
Inner thoughts through my head,
hart feelings of pain, basically I'm dead.
The picture of us together,
whether it's a lie or merely my imagination,
I am still stained by the effect,
and lost all respect for this life as intellect.
The emptyness still inside, is slowly
affecting all attachments in this reality.
It's only after we've lost everything,
we're free to do anything.
Inner thoughts through my head,
hart feelings of pain, basically I'm dead.
The picture of us together,
whether it's a lie or merely my imagination,
I am still stained by the effect,
and lost all respect for this life as intellect.
The emptyness still inside, is slowly
affecting all attachments in this reality.
It's only after we've lost everything,
we're free to do anything.
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