tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274406262024-03-14T13:10:27.906+01:00Dragon's BreathEnter this Dragon's lair cautiously... its resident can be moody. If you tiptoe your way past the shiny dreams and shattered hopes, you might find yourself looking at a sleeping red dragon, stirring ever so gently. Joyfully you breathe in the Dragon's Breath, and start to hear fragments of monologue in your mind... The Dragon has you enchanted.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-41437335097688436412021-07-01T21:35:00.001+02:002021-07-01T21:35:48.730+02:00Stuk Ik ben stuk. Wanneer ik ben gebrokenIs onbekend. MaarIk werk niet meer zoals hetMoet. Mijn geheugen wordt gewistVan zaken met belang. DieData van gewichtDoor virussen besmet. Ik maak ook ons nu stuk. Weer doe ik je pijn. HoudtHet ooit nog op, jouw last te Moeten zijn?Het ergste is dan wel,Als mijn gedrag en breinWeer haperen, dat jijDenkt dat de schuldBij jou ligt. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-48199762475550019412021-05-30T02:46:00.000+02:002021-05-30T02:46:00.306+02:00Tekortschieten Ik schiet tekort. Dat wist ik al, maar nu heb jij het ook hardop gezegd. Jij hebt meer nodig en ik lever niet. Natuurlijk was het weer een ruzie midden in de nacht, terwijl ik nog geen minuut ervoor lag te slapen voordat jij dronken en instabiel de slaapkamer binnenkwam. Ik probeerde aan te geven wat ik wel en niet wilde (respectievelijk slapen en seks) en uiteraard was dat niet Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-49326273156777314632021-02-18T01:12:00.001+01:002021-02-18T01:12:14.781+01:00About tonight We’re both tired, and you appear to agree when I say we should go to bed early. But you pour yourself a whiskey and I guess I already know it won’t be just one glass. I kiss you goodnight and ask if you’ll come along shortly, but it takes almost three hours and more alcohol before you crawl into bed with me. Exhausted but grateful to have you in my arms, I answer truthfully when you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-77353657084666002162020-09-12T23:30:00.000+02:002020-09-12T23:30:09.062+02:00ClarityBe more decisive - no more “I don’t know” answers. Communicate better - particularly in bed. Take more initiative. Spend more time and effort on your wife. Take some alone time to discover what you want. Study how to improve your relationship and your sex life. Every time you give me feedback, I know there is truth and sincerity, yet it also hurts. I feel Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-54712371119930534142020-06-24T01:12:00.001+02:002020-06-24T01:12:27.859+02:00No teaSometimes, for whatever reason, I don’t want tea.
Maybe the average man wants a cup of tea more often than me, I don’t know. It varies.
Today, you invited me for tea - well, you didn’t say that, but I suspected it. I came over ready for it, wanting to drink some hot tea because it had been a while. And yes, when I arrived you brought out the cups and the kettle.
And although the tea looked andUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-47488565333038170502020-06-20T00:11:00.000+02:002020-06-20T00:11:03.583+02:00What I wantYou asked me what I want from you, and I got confused. What do I want from you?Apparently I have been giving mixed signals at best, and no signals at worst, since we married. As if a sense of “we’ve got her, no need to put in any effort anymore” has become the norm. I don’t want that. But I also cannot, in true honesty, claim that I have been completely innocent of that accussation. As Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-48476654300601381472020-06-15T14:04:00.000+02:002020-06-15T14:04:08.854+02:00Hearing you
Turn back the time
To the days when
Our love was newDo you remember?
- Relight my fire
Six years.
That is how long I have not posted on this blog; the place where I once promised to lay bare my soul so that a certain bird could read it, feel it, feed on it, and be inspired by it.
I starved her, and a rift grew between us that I now hope to bridge. Regrets or Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-31138117273170681232014-12-11T20:48:00.003+01:002014-12-11T20:49:15.776+01:00The Magpie
Shiny shiny thing, the magpie covets you.
Sparkling in the sun, you catch the bird's beady eye and it snatches you away. Brings you to its nest, to admire, gaze, collect. The magpie is a fool for you.
For a long time, the bird adores you, gives you much attention, shows you off to its neighboring friends. Caresses, polishes, cares for you.
But then another sparkle meets its gaze, and off it Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-63078923275639656732014-12-02T20:49:00.002+01:002014-12-02T20:49:47.678+01:00Doubt
Here I am on my own new year's eve -- tomorrow my age will increase by one -- and I find myself pondering my life, and my relationship in particular.
My love for her is certain, yet doubts have crept inside my head; questions about the state of our alliance. Times have been tough and we have not been easy for one another. Misunderstandings, arguments, on the edge of seperation; I found myself Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-38161261098745506962014-08-21T00:02:00.000+02:002014-08-21T00:02:28.986+02:00UndragonI am not a dragon.
The dragon was born as a way to impersonate my fears and the qualities that I admired, a shield to protect me from the world. And people loved it.
But it is not, nor will ever be, me.
I am just a scared little boy, trying hard to prevent the world from coming into my safe haven; keeping up the status quo, stopping myself from growing up, shutting everybody out.
And it's allUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-86899287937635328102013-06-05T18:00:00.003+02:002013-06-05T18:00:57.865+02:00Miss YouUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-23315581519389272612013-06-04T17:00:00.000+02:002013-06-04T17:00:26.018+02:00Fragile Love
I cannot shake the feeling that I’m losing you. And there is nothing I can do to prevent it.
I have hurt you in the past and even though time has passed, the wounds have not healed. Instead, you said that you could not count on me in the future and that you refuse to make plans for us together on the long term. That I am unpredictable in that sense.
That thought keeps spinning around Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-10189479211938755232013-04-09T09:00:00.000+02:002013-04-09T09:00:14.351+02:00Reflections
I have been watching you without words. Perhaps I was too mesmerized by your actions or perhaps I mistook my mere presence as enough, but without realizing it I became part of your background instead of your life.
Why is it that something must happen for me to see those errors? You pointed them out, said I did not respond to your blogs, I did not write about you, for you, anymore.
This Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-56705908642662554902013-01-08T22:41:00.000+01:002013-01-08T22:41:29.227+01:00Interesting quotations
"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life."
- John Lennon
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."
- Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-2648128414746651542013-01-02T19:32:00.000+01:002013-01-02T19:32:26.344+01:00Reflections
The Dragon looked behind, and looked ahead. "What now?"
The Sea shrugged, and the Sky whispered, "Whatever."
Happy 2013, dear reader. May this year bring you joy and fortune.
When I was very young, I once read an article about a certain Mayan prediction about the end of the world in 2012. Easily frightened, I remembered that date and lived my life according to an idea, however Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-70380886489172545462012-12-23T23:42:00.000+01:002012-12-23T23:42:51.895+01:00End of the World
So here we are, December 23rd 2012. Two days after the world was supposed to end, yet I still live and you do, too.
The world did not end. Or did it?
I turn on my television and I see a world in flames. Civil wars, polar ice melting, forests destroyed, oceans polluted, people wishing other people dead. Laws, rules and money are more important than people; lives are currency in a desperate Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-16954759240046099772012-01-10T15:11:00.001+01:002012-01-10T15:26:38.998+01:00Funky MonkUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-57671880132554379512011-09-19T23:57:00.003+02:002011-09-20T00:14:17.400+02:00Secret life of animalsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-90050934435751754632011-08-24T13:51:00.000+02:002011-08-24T13:52:33.866+02:00Ode to naval rogues
The king and his men,
Stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours,
and by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam.
Yo, ho, all hands,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
Yo, ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die!
Some men have died,
And some are alive,
And others sail onUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-88385071788516350992011-07-21T11:22:00.003+02:002011-07-21T11:32:21.080+02:00Abort, Retry, Ignore -- Poe Puree Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over user guides and handbooks piled up on the desk and floor --As I nodded, after nine or ten straight hours of design,I finely drew the final line, then pulled a floppy out to store --Locked and loaded, then, I saved, and waited for the disc to store;Only this and nothing more.Ah, distinctly I kept hearing such a sound it set me Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-32123770314353402832011-05-23T21:25:00.002+02:002011-05-23T21:33:51.134+02:00Some random things I wrote during class todayRandom IRoses are blackViolets are greyThe world lies in darknessAnd I go away.Random III blossom into the lightAnd enjoy the world of dayFlowers and colours around meOh how I wish that I could stay.By the way, don't worry: I'm not all this gloomy. It is just that I feel that the darker side of life is much more interesting for artistic expression, don't you think?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-36376018296763319782011-05-02T18:58:00.002+02:002011-05-02T21:05:59.410+02:00MurderIf we believe that murder is wrong and not admissible in our society, then it has to be wrong for everyone, not just individuals but governments as well. - Helen Prejean, Dead Man WalkingAfter all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion. - Albert Camus (1913-1960)Osama Bin Laden is dead. Killed in a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-75115494730578804962011-02-16T20:09:00.001+01:002011-02-16T20:09:45.363+01:00XP HuntersUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-23102720553823878402011-02-02T21:46:00.002+01:002011-02-02T22:08:12.975+01:00Never split the partyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27440626.post-90360440864143882702010-12-16T19:55:00.004+01:002010-12-16T21:28:46.252+01:00Webs of PassionShe caught me in her web.I'm not entirely certain how it happened, but that little spider caught the big bad dragon and bit him, gently. Her sweet venom spread through my veins and limbs, causing me to succumb to her mystic spell -- and love it.She is a fiery thing, my beautiful bird of the sun. Her desire, once kindled, burns wildly and demands to be fueled. I am but a servant to her fire, whichUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1