All posts for the month December, 2015
How can you say that you love me
If you don’t want to see my dark side?
The part of me that’s covered in sadness
If you can’t handle that I’m broken?
Splinters of the life I lived
Times I endured
Nightmares that came to life
If you don’t want to share real things with me?
The things that matter
If you are not there for me?
Through the dark times
The laughter and tears
If you don’t want to see the real me and show me the real you…
How can you say that you love me?
Today, I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine.
He is fairly new on WordPress, so go and say hi! 🙂 (seriously, GO!)
Aengelheart —> https://aengelhearttheauthor.wordpress.com/
He is a writer too and currently working on his first novel.
A little about Aengelheart:
Aengelheart the author or better known as Egon Daniel Engelhardt was born on the 8th of April 1987, and lives in The Hague Holland.
Ever since he was a small child Egon knew he was different, whilst boys of his age where interested in becoming a police officer or where busy with cars.
He always was doing something different.
But it was not until the 5th grade until his 5th grade teacher went home on sick leave due to him getting a hernia.
What transpired after that would plant the early seed of him wanting to become a writer.
What changed you ask?
Well the fact that his replacement teacher misses Hanneke Hiddema-Wijnja who remains his favorite teacher to this day came into the picture.
On Friday afternoon they would have swimming classes at the Tolhuis bad in Dokkum.
And after the kids got back from the swimming pool it was Miss Hanneke, who would then tell them the most amazing stories from the top of her head.
About Saskia & Jeroen a Dutch twin brother and sister that would get in to the most funny, crazy and entertaining situations.
She told these stories as if she was painting the Sistine Chapel, verbally a true work of art.
To young Egon this was mind-boggling, how she could tell these amazing stories whilst she just grabbed them out of thin air as she could go on for hours.
Later on in life Egon would make up his own stories never putting them down on paper it was always happening inside his head.
He was always involved with creative things and creative thinking, like cooking and making music.
He would still make up stories, ideas for cinematic stories, but he would never act on it.
Not until the late of August of 2015, Young Egon was now a man and had become a father.
Whilst planning their first vacation as a family of 3 Egon started having the idea for a novel.
The tiny idea started snowballing into something bigger and he started doing the research after some encouragement of his Fiancé .
After for the first time putting everything down on paper, he decided to dive into it head first with no writing experience and started working on his first novel.
And I welcome you all to follow me during this journey
Welcome to this awesome platform, my friend!
This one is for you:
On Throwback Thursdays I want to share some older Poems and Posts of me.
This time I’ve chosen one with artwork I am still pretty proud of! 🙂
Hope you will enjoy.
A voice soft like velvet
Wrapping you in like a blanket
Nothing to do but stare
Weaving a magical melody
And you give up willingly
Unforeseen, the perfect crime
And now you are out of time
She caries to guide you
Into the waves of blue
Committing the perfect theft
Until there is nothing left…
I want to share an amazing blogger and close friend of mine with you.
Brian —> https://fozzyfitness.wordpress.com/
Brian writes awesome poetry and shares a lot of good tips about health as well.
I had the pleasure of meeting him in person once and we had a great time together!
He is as kind as he is talented, so I urge you all to pay his blog a visit, read his work and follow him!
Luvz ya Bri! This one is for you:
Are you still there?
Under all those layers of
Can you even find yourself?
Protected by a wall of
Do you still care?
Surrounded by thoughts of
Can you even see the light?
Through the fog of
Did you ever know?
True friendship and
Can you even feel?
Underneath that shield of
Can you break free?
The real you, captivated in
Are you still there?