A bit of introspection on the train home…

My character & the coin

I had a relationship with patience.

She would calm me with a pause before my lips.

When hunger emptied my core, she’d fill it with a soft aroma.

Any doubts that lay with me, she could cast away with one question.

But i never loved her.

My head was turned – i saw a beauty that promised to fulfil my every desire.

We would sweat our bodies sore caressing spherical wants. She made me a better player than i was.

Wrapped up warm in front of a fire we poured every fantasy into pages that turned over quietly – perpetually, like her, like me. She made me a better writer than i was.

She was the opposite of patience, a constant need for the now. However, i couldn’t have known one without the other.

My greatest weakness, becomes my greatest strength – two sides, same character, same coin.

By Alpha Cauwenbergh

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Haiku 22 – Sun

🌀Haiku 22 – Sun

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Haiku No.20 – Days Of Future Past

🌀Haiku No.20 – Days Of Future Past.

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A heart felt experiment in haiku structure. what do you feel?

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The aim was to tell a story, where the first two lines worth of syllables where comprised of only two words. Words who’s connection to the last line would become more meaningful when related to each other, and not just in the context of this miscarriage.

Haiku No. 19 – How much time do you spend searching for intangible truths?

🌀Haiku 19 – The Intangible

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How much time do we spend searching for the intangible truths? What is it that will actually bring you peace?

Depression & Choice

🌀Haiku 18 – Despair, Choice.

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The complicated way free will is threaded between hope, depression, life and death.

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Do we really choose anything?

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I was feeling like a completely loved up pansy on the train, & wrote this poem.

I want you to scrunch your face up at me.

I dance for you, with a smile I gyrate,

The smell of my moisturiser intertwined with the music you don’t quite hate.

All for the love of that face,

I can’t go out in public without something silly to say, you pray – please try to behave.

It’s all for the feeling I crave,

The love that swerves around agitation, to feather and tickle embers into flame.

You look so pretty, can you give me a taste?

Or even a hug, i’ll take anything, I promise I won’t hesitate.

You always make me glad I came,

Even when death may try to stop me, i’ll live forever in the scrunch of your face, fighting off any grey & playing Jester games till the end of days.

Framing the sun that lives in your face,

The soft collections of hair trailing the top of your ear to its base – Trafalgar side burns that were love laced.

In the end I just wanted to write the truth, love and Cake Face.

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh


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