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I used to cry so easily
now not a single tear
will roll down my face

thinking of you
won’t even break the waters
only fills up the sky

at a zombie state of mind
eyes that stare empty-shelled
I’m creating my own demise

the open ending
leaves little space for me
to look past the present

whilst decisions lay in other hands
I don’t even dare to look
at the newly turned over page



- M. Trienekens -

Droomwereld

wanneer je ogen zich opensperren
het loslatend met een uitademing
vervaagt een geschapen beeld

proberend het vast te houden
maar wat overblijft toont zich als schim
nooit meer helder als een werkelijkheid

mysteries van de ochtenddauw
wat er in de donkerste uurtjes van de dag
van binnenin heeft plaatsgevonden

voordat de eerste zonnestralen
herinneringen van de nacht doen vervagen
grijp het vast, als een laatste strohalm

schets de contouren van de nacht
op de blankheid van een pagina
het vastleggend als eeuwige herinnering


- M. Trienekens -

Changing colours

Watch it happen once in a while
eyes turning a different shade of green

as to in early days lightness shone
darkness has claimed permanent residence

with each new experience over recent years
a troublesome view took over the decisions

doubtfulness as a key aspect in my life
no longer being certain ever to find

when chips keep breaking off to leave behind
a heart that will never be whole again

in what way can rays of light show positivity
while shades try to cover the implacable truth

am I already grasped by failure in love
or might there just be something I am missing out on?


- M. Trienekens -

Paid with tears

Love was paid with tears last night
when you stopped the feeling
that was growing by the day
in an instant with those simple words

the way the door slammed
when you walked out on us
felt like the key broke off in the lock
never to be opened again

now counting back the weeks
from start to abrupt finish
doesn’t even feel as if
we made the first mile by far

hurdles haven’t been jumped
obstacles were never in sight
that slight curve in the turn
was enough to get off balance

we are back to the beginning
of not knowing one another
continuing our separate lives
searching for what seems, the unfindable


- M. Trienekens -

Schriftelijke afwijzing

letters staan uitgeschreven
belezend woord voor woord
belerend en onbegrepen
hoe het gevoel dood is gebloed

druppels op het papier
tonend de harde werkelijkheid
van het uitgewreven zwart
vloekend op het smetteloze wit

nu de inkt is uitgelopen
tonend vervlogen vertrouwelijkheden
de overblijfselen van papier
verschrompeld en gescheurd

de lei wordt schoongeveegd
inkt aangevuld
en de pen wordt doorgegeven
wachtend op een nieuwe smet


- M. Trienekens -

Exit wounds

My hands are cold
My body's numb
I'm still in shock
What have you done
My head is pounding
My vision's blur
Your mouth is moving
I don't hear a word

And it hurts so bad
That I search my skin
For the entry point
Where love went in
And ricocheted
And bounced around
And left a hole when you walked out

Marks a battle
Still feel raw
A million pieces of me
On the floor
I'm damaged goods
For all to see
Now who would ever want to be with me

I've got all the baggage
Drink the pills
Yeah this is living but without the will
I'm blacken out
I'm shutting down
You've left a hole
You walked out yeah

I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds
I don't know how much more love this, heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds


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as much as your empty words
appreciated by me
so little will they fill
what thought could be there

try to sooth with sweet words
put you as first priority
instead of my own

selfishness was not something
that I learned along the way
as long as others are okay
I could be as well, right?

that won’t cut it no more
however, where do we go from here
confused how I need to change
acting to my belonged rights

it feels as if I stopped
crashed and broke down
fell over a ridge
where I was hanging for days, weeks

believed I was able
to pull myself up again

next time need to remember
whilst giving myself a breather
sitting on that ridge, looking back down

how lonely it felt
no hand put out to help find
the way back up

have to do it all on own strength
put on that fake smile
pretend alright, that’s what it’s gonna be
leave it all behind, move forward

the past, that shimmers right on in


- M. Trienekens -