Submissions by Nameless_Traveler (Andrew Kerklaan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
"The Party"
It was only after getting excited, buying decorations, dressing up the house and inviting all the guests that this new never before known terror had dawned upon me...
...I had just arranged to have my entire home flooded with friends, family and strangers alike....
...And I have the worst case of suppressed social anxiety of anyone I know!
(True story...)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
...I had just arranged to have my entire home flooded with friends, family and strangers alike....
...And I have the worst case of suppressed social anxiety of anyone I know!
(True story...)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
#PopCulture
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I Ruin It For Myself
It's right there
In a perfect little bow tie but my own desperate, clambering need to be the first to get there leaves me with nothing
All that's left now is the shredded remains..
Scraps -- from which no nourishment can be salvaged.
No morsel contained.
(It is in this moment I realise the terror that resides within myself)
Haunting my endeavours, creeping up and into my personal life...
Weaving it's sickness as a woven quilt to my very skin!
Exposed for all to see
Somehow mortally wounding. ...
In a perfect little bow tie but my own desperate, clambering need to be the first to get there leaves me with nothing
All that's left now is the shredded remains..
Scraps -- from which no nourishment can be salvaged.
No morsel contained.
(It is in this moment I realise the terror that resides within myself)
Haunting my endeavours, creeping up and into my personal life...
Weaving it's sickness as a woven quilt to my very skin!
Exposed for all to see
Somehow mortally wounding. ...
#PopCulture
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Favourite
Come hold my hand or touch my bum, come chase me
I openly invite you to call me your crush
I adore being idolized so long as Im the apple of your eye.
But when I find that your eye starts to wander my patience begins to vanish into the yonder
I'll have nothing to do with that, if you can't see what my praise is worth.
Its the price of unmatchable romance, of swooning on a swoop, being able to catch one's breath and quickly regroup.
I'd show you your wildest desires if you kept me in your loop.
...
I openly invite you to call me your crush
I adore being idolized so long as Im the apple of your eye.
But when I find that your eye starts to wander my patience begins to vanish into the yonder
I'll have nothing to do with that, if you can't see what my praise is worth.
Its the price of unmatchable romance, of swooning on a swoop, being able to catch one's breath and quickly regroup.
I'd show you your wildest desires if you kept me in your loop.
...
#love
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Home
everything is whipping past me in a smokey drunken stupor...
I have travelled many moons to be where ever it is that I am... I'm drunk and high and blind and old, lost in smoke, and static, free of lines and time with no virtue.
I am nothing
I am free of this
I am free of you!
I am (finally) ME (again) now
(BE WHAT YOU DO)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
I have travelled many moons to be where ever it is that I am... I'm drunk and high and blind and old, lost in smoke, and static, free of lines and time with no virtue.
I am nothing
I am free of this
I am free of you!
I am (finally) ME (again) now
(BE WHAT YOU DO)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Lift Off
I feel at times that my stance is awkward...
I lean precariously from one foot to the other
Tilting slightly higher as I lean in Pisa's wake
Seemingly uncertain of whether to fall or stand, I rest here for a moment and crane the distance between the ground and me.
Hopeful yet motionless, star-struck in limbo
Waiting for.a breeze to brush past or even stop and say "Hello"
But I fear that if it did, I might just float away...
Carried on high like dust in the wind
...
I lean precariously from one foot to the other
Tilting slightly higher as I lean in Pisa's wake
Seemingly uncertain of whether to fall or stand, I rest here for a moment and crane the distance between the ground and me.
Hopeful yet motionless, star-struck in limbo
Waiting for.a breeze to brush past or even stop and say "Hello"
But I fear that if it did, I might just float away...
Carried on high like dust in the wind
...
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Why Don't You Tell Me How You Really Feel?
So we can get this over with already...
I told you...
"I'll just walk away"
(Don't drag it out).
Love or Loss
(I need this absolution)
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I told you...
"I'll just walk away"
(Don't drag it out).
Love or Loss
(I need this absolution)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler --...
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In Full Colour
Pining romantically for tragedy, my frustration paints a full colour portrait of guilt and spite and shame...
He's looking directly at me...
This snide look all over his face and just the shambles of an unfinished sentence barely even audible saying
"Well, what can I say?"...
...Sorrow just suits you better
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
He's looking directly at me...
This snide look all over his face and just the shambles of an unfinished sentence barely even audible saying
"Well, what can I say?"...
...Sorrow just suits you better
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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My Forever (With You)
I yearn for the day that I may relish this glorious triumph with someone I truly love
Standing on pedestals that we would put each other on with our own romantic lusting
Flawless in the eyes of one another
I will share the world with you
~
In the eternity that we create
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
Standing on pedestals that we would put each other on with our own romantic lusting
Flawless in the eyes of one another
I will share the world with you
~
In the eternity that we create
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Faded Pictures
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Notebook Clips #3 (Misplacement)
I can't help but wonder if this sensation will pull through the rest of my life or if it will drop off at some point like discarded dissonance...
-This feeling of temporary misplacement-
As though comfort itself were only possible for a time... Not actually meant to sustain...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
-This feeling of temporary misplacement-
As though comfort itself were only possible for a time... Not actually meant to sustain...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Final Thoughts On The Matter
I don't even need an answer to
the question
... I just want to know you'll all be right when I'm gone.
(Does solution ever come?
Do we carry these burdens with us forever?
And beyond??
Will I ever be free to float away from here?
Will I fade away?
Or do I have to go out in flames?
All questions I am without the means to answer.
But ALL meaning is meaningless without absolution.
I need this certainty or surely I will waste away.)
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the question
... I just want to know you'll all be right when I'm gone.
(Does solution ever come?
Do we carry these burdens with us forever?
And beyond??
Will I ever be free to float away from here?
Will I fade away?
Or do I have to go out in flames?
All questions I am without the means to answer.
But ALL meaning is meaningless without absolution.
I need this certainty or surely I will waste away.)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew...
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Unrealistic Expectations
Let me taste the smouldering ashes of your regret
I want you to feel me burning this time
Just a wiff just will not cut the mustard this day..
I need to know you're sorry but not through your words or your actions
I want it to be sewn to my life bodily so I can show the world how I've been wronged.
I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.
To paralize this fear in me and finally have something to call my own ...
I want you to feel me burning this time
Just a wiff just will not cut the mustard this day..
I need to know you're sorry but not through your words or your actions
I want it to be sewn to my life bodily so I can show the world how I've been wronged.
I need to stumble this time for real, coughing air too intoxicated to breathe and spit blood I know for certainty could not of been my own.
To paralize this fear in me and finally have something to call my own ...
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