by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
They rip before they readTrained as they areUnless you feedThen they’ll come and lick your handThey read, shut up and understand
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
My own privatetorture denWhere I welcome my guestsand treat them to a feastof their own fear and doubtIf only I hadn’t lost the keyor the nerve to open up shop again.
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Ik laat me door de sneeuw hypnotiserenDe witte storm raast door me heenDe koude wordt mijn dekenElke vlok rukt me uit elkaar Opgelost en vergetentussen de wind en de bomenVlieg ik zonder gewetenblind en doof, alwetend En als de aarde mij ontvangtzal ik liggen en...
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
When I feel like this,And I hear the voiceI can see the lakeI don’t have a choice The black and the dark redYour fiery eyesextinguished, in my bed Am I guilty when I jump inAnd leave you in sleep?Is or was our life mere sin,lust enough to keep?
by Marcus | Sep 1, 2024 | Poetry
Her eyes reflectthe sunlightbut mostlyjust night I see you in…toxication, maybeone dayIllumination Her eyes reflectmy eyes reflecther eyesIt’s nice