Submissions by Nameless_Traveler (Andrew Kerklaan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Notebook Clips #2 (The Significance of Butterflies)
This is for being there for me when nobody else could of been
For looking out for me even when I did not
For picking me up when I was sooooOOOOoooo far down...
This... Is My Mercy Killing
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
For looking out for me even when I did not
For picking me up when I was sooooOOOOoooo far down...
This... Is My Mercy Killing
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Conflict
I saw you there the other day...
With that snide look on your face.
I wanted to say something but your greeting was all I could care to stomach...
I don't remember things ever being so bitter between us
I keep thinking that its me...
But I don't think I could of sliced it so nicely...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
With that snide look on your face.
I wanted to say something but your greeting was all I could care to stomach...
I don't remember things ever being so bitter between us
I keep thinking that its me...
But I don't think I could of sliced it so nicely...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Notebook Clips #4 (f**k You)
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In This Moment
I am.
Rising up -- Moving
This experience is Propelling me
Freeing me
I become weightless in it's magnificence
I am.
Accepting and Revealing
I become the knowledge that I strive to feel
Reassurance cleanses my being
This certainty my own oblivion
Capturing this nurturing essence, I feel a love that only my mother could of known...
Inside me.
I am.
Pure and at home
Awake but somehow dreaming
Lost within a state of whole...
Rising up -- Moving
This experience is Propelling me
Freeing me
I become weightless in it's magnificence
I am.
Accepting and Revealing
I become the knowledge that I strive to feel
Reassurance cleanses my being
This certainty my own oblivion
Capturing this nurturing essence, I feel a love that only my mother could of known...
Inside me.
I am.
Pure and at home
Awake but somehow dreaming
Lost within a state of whole...
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Lost
He had told me one time before the last,
that "his face was that of his confusion"...
...And it took me some time still,
To realise...
That the confusion of which he had spoken...
.
.
.
Was actually my own
...
that "his face was that of his confusion"...
...And it took me some time still,
To realise...
That the confusion of which he had spoken...
.
.
.
Was actually my own
...
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Dial Tone
Don't expect a call this year
Or the next one or even the one that follows...
I'm hanging up
My phone is disconnected
(and so am I)
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Or the next one or even the one that follows...
I'm hanging up
My phone is disconnected
(and so am I)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Prayers
Moving with the flow of the motion I can sense the disturbance as it ripples silently across my ceiling
Jaded and effortless
It leaves my sight seeing me farther then my eyes will permit me to.
Observing me
-Omnipotently-
Keen eyed. Faceless and brazen.
It mocks me with open contempt
Daring me to lean out and touch it
Instantly ready to be ripped away
Gratified by my indignity.
Cackling haggishly,...
Jaded and effortless
It leaves my sight seeing me farther then my eyes will permit me to.
Observing me
-Omnipotently-
Keen eyed. Faceless and brazen.
It mocks me with open contempt
Daring me to lean out and touch it
Instantly ready to be ripped away
Gratified by my indignity.
Cackling haggishly,...
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Small Blessings
I wish I could of captured the contentment that you showed to me
Or rather just still-framed it in my mind...
So I could look back and reflect upon it and see how you used to be contented in me
As I once was contented in you
(I Always wanted you to look at me like that...)
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
Or rather just still-framed it in my mind...
So I could look back and reflect upon it and see how you used to be contented in me
As I once was contented in you
(I Always wanted you to look at me like that...)
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Uncertainty
The worst part about it is I'm still not even 100% certain that this dream will not come to fruition
And it scares me to think that every time it starts to breech the horizon I still wonder if I will see the light of dawn...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
And it scares me to think that every time it starts to breech the horizon I still wonder if I will see the light of dawn...
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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The Extra
I am the side character that is killed off before the end of the first act in my life's theatre
-Expendable-
I am the extra.
I die and the show goes on without me
Que the curtain fall
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
-Expendable-
I am the extra.
I die and the show goes on without me
Que the curtain fall
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan
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Guidance
How am I supposed to tell you what's wrong when every decision leading up to this moment has felt and seemed to be right?
(Surely this must of been the path that someone else had chosen for me)
To be forever obligated to myself and others. With all the choices I half-heartedly carry through in the hopes of biding my time here
Hoping I'll find a path or a door or a window to jump through to find some form of freedom or sleep or blackness (any of which you will allow me). To refrain from this dream that feels mostly...
(Surely this must of been the path that someone else had chosen for me)
To be forever obligated to myself and others. With all the choices I half-heartedly carry through in the hopes of biding my time here
Hoping I'll find a path or a door or a window to jump through to find some form of freedom or sleep or blackness (any of which you will allow me). To refrain from this dream that feels mostly...
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Perception
It has little to do with the light that changes our view.
Playing tricks on our eyes is it's surrender.
It gives away it's position to us-- while we stand looking in the wrong direction entirely (almost perpetually)
Dumb-Struck it seems...
Until we close our eyes (we convince ourselves) "I will struggle", "I can't see", "I won't find love"
But the answer, my friend, I give to you:
Be free.
I will love you.
And you can see anything, if all you want to be is "me"
I reveal to you strength from within.
Now ...
Playing tricks on our eyes is it's surrender.
It gives away it's position to us-- while we stand looking in the wrong direction entirely (almost perpetually)
Dumb-Struck it seems...
Until we close our eyes (we convince ourselves) "I will struggle", "I can't see", "I won't find love"
But the answer, my friend, I give to you:
Be free.
I will love you.
And you can see anything, if all you want to be is "me"
I reveal to you strength from within.
Now ...
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