Writings

A collection of raw, introspective reflections exploring the complexities of emotion, self-awareness, and the battle between the persona we project and the reality we face. Each piece delves into the struggles of inner turmoil, loss, and the search for meaning, offering a glimpse into the process of understanding and confronting one's own reality. Through vivid imagery and honest expression, these writings aim to capture the essence of human vulnerability and the journey toward self-realization.

A selection of my poetry pieces 

A collection of poems that explore the depths of emotion, personal struggle, and the beauty found in life's most vulnerable moments. Each verse is an attempt to capture fleeting feelings, fleeting thoughts, and the complexity of the human experience. Through rhythm, imagery, and raw expression, these poems offer a window into the heart, allowing the words to resonate with those who have ever felt deeply, loved intensely, or questioned everything

Waves of yesterday (Dutch)

"Want vroeger, toen ik klein was,
Stroomde het water langs mijn hand.
Met mijn kletsnatte regenjas,
Rende ik door plassen op het land.

Vroeger, als klein kind,
Had ik geen plek voor angst.
Met mijn haren in de wind,
Wachtend op mijn vaders vangst.

Want nu dat ik groot ben,
Kijk ik naar het diepe blauw.
Met in hand mijn boek en pen,
Schrijf ik over mijn haat voor jou.

Nu met een denkend brein,
Is het ontwijken of verdrinken.
Ook al kan de zee mooi zijn,
Eens erin zal zij me zinken."

Waves of yesterday (Translated)

"Because in the past, when I was small,
Water streamed along my hand.
With my raincoat soaking wet,
I ran through puddles on the land.

Back then, when I was just a child,
There was no room for fear in me.
With the wind tangled in my hair,
I waited for my father’s sea.

But now that I have grown,
I stare into the deep, dark blue.
With my book and pen in hand,
I write of all my hate for you.

Now with a mind that thinks,
It’s fight or sink beneath the waves.
For though the sea may seem so bright,
Once you’re in, it won’t behave."

The weight of why

"It’s the hopelessness,
That holds me when I try.
And the uselessness,
That softly asks me why.

Why, is killing me,
When I'm sat alone in the dark.
Try, is the one to agree,
To kill that soft spark.

And I,
Am just watching this unfold.
Cause why?
Interfere when I’m just so cold."

Excerpts of my written work

A diverse collection of written pieces that navigate the intricacies of the human experience. From introspective reflections to vivid narratives, each work invites readers to explore themes of identity, struggle, and transformation. These writings are crafted to provoke thought, stir emotion, and offer a deep dive into the complexities of life—capturing moments of clarity, confusion, and the quiet spaces in between.

The Script We Follow

"Every day is just a reminder of how ordinary we are. The same routine every week, every month, every year. Feeling out of place yet completely in the right position—because what else is there? Every day, surrounded by the same people, with the same sentences repeating, as if we were mere NPCs in a video game. We’re all so predictable once you get the motivations out of the way."

The Silence Will Be Loud

“There’s a sadness to the sudden buzz, its wiping your emotions and programming you with the ones closest to you. It creates less space for the events that take place and turns your bones into cement. Nothing is easy anymore, eyes are seeing everything blurry, and moving around is just so hard because the limbs have turned into heavy weights. The grip is strong, and it’s almost as if you let go, everything else will shatter. The room is spinning, a headache is starting to set in. Your drink spills a little bit on the ground, but that’s alright because awareness has been thrown out of the window. Actions are being taken without acknowledgment, it’s like watching yourself in third person. The spill stares at you, what have you done? Why are you here again? You deny its existence and move on with what you were doing. There is no such thing as regret—only this warm feeling in my chest.”

Fading Echoes

“Every emotion I once had as a child, those that were glowing and radiating were turning into dust. Sadness was becoming a constant buzz, just like when you’ve had a few drinks and look out the window wondering if this is what you were meant to do.”

Fading Echoes (2)

“It’s like knowing you can actually see your nose and that it blocks the way of your view forgetting that it’s there because it’s normal.”

Fading Echoes (3)

“I stared out the window with my music in my ears, remembering the morning I had. And I said to myself that this is not me. I felt the fake laugh bubbling out of my mouth that morning, I was flipping over the memory looking for a way to justify it but there was none.”

Fading Echoes (4)

“What do you do when life has been drained before your very eyes, and you can feel how empty of a shell you’ve become.”