color life

It's you who holds the brush, with which you color life!

120 tears

It was once just a road
You pass with 120 miles per hour
Until one decided to drop a memory
A memory, never to be forgotten
A memory with black hair, brown skin and a big white smile
One who makes me laugh and breaks me down
Tears me up and makes me frown
It’s still the same road
But while you pass it with 120 miles per hour
I pass it with 120 tears


In loving memory of Valerie Harred
05/06/87 - 01/09/07

Like a flame

A relationship is like a flame. It needs oxygen in order to keep burning. Otherwise the fire will extinguish.

The moon

"The moon is so full of himself."

dot.

The ampersand has lost its function,
Since it's only me.
After the truth has been revealed,
The question mark changed into an exclamation mark.
And the comma faded away.
It all ends here and now with a dot.

Rewritable

A story written with a pencil is rewritable,
but once there’s ink involved it will be hard to erase.

Dream man vs. The one

How much difference is there between a dream man and the one ?
Other than the one, your dream man has a certain image.
You imagine how he looks, talks and acts.
What he does for living and what kind of instrument he plays.
Whereas ‘the one’ doesn’t necessarily looks or acts like you’ve always imagined.
Now you probably think: “how will I recognize him”.
The trick is, don’t use your eyes.
There’s a slight chance you’ll find ‘the one’ if you go looking for the blond single guy with the guitar or the guy with brown hair, green eyes and the Mercedes.
You love with your heart, so your heart will tell you when it’s right.
And then you will understand your dream man was just a pleasure for the eye.
While ‘the one’ is a pleasure for the heart.

Get rid

Life has to get rid of John, needs more Aidan's and less JB’s. There are also too many Brody’s !

Words

I used to think words had a defenition, a meaning. A form to speak your heart. But I clearly misunderstood.

Push

Some use their hands to push people away from them, others use bulldozers.

Man of the match

I must admit you were the man of the match.
I am impressed by your well planned strategy.
You made a few mistakes, but stayed on top of your game.
Who would’ve thought you could play the field like you did.
I got too close, and that is when you tackled me.
Followed by a long pass to create some space.
We had a good first half,
but the second half was the complete opposite of it.
Now it was your turn.
Determined to reach the goal, you misled me with a trick
and brought me out of position.
You hit it, you placed it.
The referee blew his whistle and the game was over, you won!

And just like football it’s not always fair play.

Day/Night

Sitting alone in silence for hours
Enjoying the glistening water and the burning sun
Listening to the rain and slowly dreaming away
Wandering around the city
Peaceful, Satisfied
Day turns into night
Light turns into dark
Head touches the pillow
Loneliness pops up
And doesn't leave before
The rising of the sun

Ocean

The ocean plays the same song again and again.
It doesn't bother them,
It's the rhythm of their lives.
If the ocean will ever play a different melody,
they wouldn't know how to survive.

Winter wind

Is it the dark days, that become shorter.

The dust and the howling wind.

Or the leafless trees, once filled with singing birds.

I cannot tell, I can only feel,

winter wind cuts the deepest of them all.

He

He is the reason I believe I can
He is the reason I am who I am
He is the water, I am the flower

He is neither walking in front nor behind me
But he sofly pushes my back

He is the ink, I am the pen
He is the reason I wrote this

Memories

Shoebox holding all the memories.
Memories stay alive.
Without air, without light.
They live in silence.
In silence they ruin the night.


-by me-

Seasons

If you ask me my favorite season.
I would consider summer, but summer is too close to the end.
Neither fall nor winter have a slight chance, but spring..
Spring is the beginning of it all.
From trees and babyducks to blue skies.
When spring is calling,
I blossom among with the flowers and the bees.

Would or Should

Why live life like we should live it, and not like we would live it ?

Do we live the way we live because we think we’re supposed to or simply because we’re afraid of our woulds versus peoples opinion.

I began to thinking do we go to universities, get married, move in together and make babies all because we think we should ?

Or would we also do this if there was no one to judge us.

Think about it, how many woulds does your life involve ?



-by me-

Time is changing

Since when is “sleeping together” and “getting played” replaced by “moving in together” and “getting married” ?




-by me-

Commitment

I began to wonder do guys really have commitment issues, or am I the

one with the issues ?

Is that the reason why eachtime I fall in love it happens to be a unattainable man.

Maybe it’s not an accident, maybe it became a system of my heart,

and is it making me feel comfortable to know that it’ll never work out.

Could it be that past relationships stole my faith.

I wonder am I avoiding great men and great love, just to save myself from big

fights and big break ups ?

Am I afraid of commitment ?



-by me-

fashion/architecture

This is for all the men who complain about the amount of time and money women spend on their clothes.

You can compare fashion with architecture.

Some people have no choice and take what they can get, some have exactly what they want, while others want a bit more.

And then you got the ones that only settle for an expensive, exclusive designer piece.

So the next time your about to complain, think about your dream house !


-by me-

Scars

They say time heals all your wounds.

It’s comforting to hear, but is it the truth ?

Even though blood disappears and tears do dry on their own.

It’s a fact that scars really are forever.



-by me-

Become a butterfly

It all starts with a cocoon

Safe, unknown of a world outside

But soon it’ll all change

A growing process is waiting

Try, fail, learn and conquer

You have to go through these fases

In order to become a butterfly


-by me-

New day..

Open your eyes

The sun is shining through the window

A blue colored sky, or maybe gray

Birds singing loud

The temperature is rising

Coffee waiting to be taken

The beginning of a new day


-by me-

A place..

I know a place
It’s not easy to see, you have to really use your eyes.
If you ask me what color it is, I would say gray.
If you ask me what shape it is, I would say it’s a circle.
It smells like garbage and the sounds are unbearable.
I’ve tried painting it happy colors, like pink and orange.
I’ve baked cupcakes a few times, to create a sweet smell.
I even tried to reshape the circle into a heart.
Neither music nor earphones can cover the noise.
Nothing is working,
And I don’t care anymore.


-by me-

Pink clouds

High up, up in pink clouds

Blue sky and a soft breeze.

Flowers and cotton candy.

Wrapped up in a luxury and tender coat

Come up, up in pink clouds

Smell the sweetness

Watch the flowers and the blue sky

Feel the soft breeze on your skin

Not mint green, lilac or banana yellow

Tell me you love pink clouds


-by me-

Like the rabbit..

Since both technology and women empowerment are moving forward, it seems single woman is the new best thing. Women don’t need men anymore.. not for money, not for kids, not for love and not for orgasms.

Women can get money through education, they can buy appartments through jobs, kids through artificial insemination, love through family and friends (with benefits) and they can even get orgasms through toys like..the rabbit !

I don’t mean to say anything negative or bad about men, sometimes there’s nothing better than a strong man holding your hand. But I guess some men have to be more careful with women. Or they end up (c)old and lonely.


-by me-

I don’t sing sad love songs, I buy Chanel

It’s the reaction of many people whose heart has been broken.
But I won’t sing sad love songs or grab a chocolate bar and I definitely won’t cry.
I’m worse than that.
I buy things that I don’t need, don’t use and don’t want.
Some call it shopping therapy, but it’s really an addiction.
Therefore you need therapy, without shopping!
The amount of money I spend depends on how deep the pain goes.
When a man disappoints me I find comfort at M·A·C or Chanel.
When he lies to me I deserve a spa day and new shoes.
And a big break up can cost me an entire new wardrobe.
After such a shopping treat I feel stronger than ever, no one can take my dazzle M·A·C smile away.
If only this was long term happiness, there wouldn’t be a problem.
But experience has taught me that my dazzle smile doesn’t last long,
Within’one day I’m right back to where I was.
Turns out, it’s neither good for my bankaccount nor my heart.
So what to do;
Never fall in love again or taking that risk with the possibility of having to spend another day at my favorite store ?

Love, Iris

Love and Leave

Over the last couple of years I met many men.

All with different looks, lifestyles, goals and languages.

They had two things in common, being complicated and having the XY chromosome.

I don’t regret meeting them, even though they didn’t gave me what I was looking for.

They took me back & forth, brought me up & down, got me high & low.

I’ve seen the sun & the rain, experienced laughter & pain.

And found out that their actions, their words mean nothing, unless stated otherwise.

Bittersweet I would say, bitter because of the tears and sweet because of the lessons.

Love and leave


-writtenbyme-

Sun

Oh beloved sun, come shine down on me

Touch my skin with your warmth
Draw a smile on my face with your soul
Blind my eyes with your colour
Tickle my stomach with your power

Oh beloved sun, I’m in need of you


-written by me-

Drug

One great mind, one great brain.

If I could, I would,

Get in your head to see, pretty colors, pretty things.

Cause your thoughts, your acts,

Are greater than great.

And your energy is,

Wider than wide.

You astound me everyday,

Leaving me speechless and high


-written by me-

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Such a strong man, shaped by past memories
Fought many battles, and conquered them all
You got used to gray days, and survived them all
Until one day, cancer knocked on your door
The strong man pushed his fear aside
Determined to overcome another fight
But this time it was different
The enemy was stronger, much stronger
After two years of fighting
The pain became unbearable
Your consciousness faded away
Your body got weaker and weaker
Fear broke you up
And your soul disappeared


Dedicated to Oscar Bos
29.12.1987 - 26.02.2008

Friends

Friends are the most important thing in life, if you ask me.

They are the family you made for yourself.

As we know life is not always the party we hoped for.

And what do we need more than friends, when times get rough.

Parents will not always be on your side, and well.. your dog is not always able to make you smile.

Let’s not even talk about flirts, one-night-stands, friends with benefits, boyfriends,girlfriends etc.

Anyway let’s get back to the facts.

Friends won’t hate you for coming home late or better for not coming home at all,

they won’t mind eating pizza for dinner, they don’t run from hour-long conversations

and they definitely won’t judge you for crying during your weekly tv shows.

After all they are the ones you come home to after a failed date or big fight.

They will understand you, encourage you, tell you what’s hard, but needful to hear.

They will stand by you through several breakups, drunk incidents & bad hair days

Even though they are sometimes too drunk to hold back your hair, you know they would.

Without friends the world would have a billion more problems.

-written by me-

One game

Millions of different people
Thousands of different languages
Hundreds of different cultures
Various religions
Several ways of living
Seven continents
One game

For many their passion
For some entertainment
For others the beginning of their future
For a few just
Football



FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa, I'm ready !

Torn

My heart starts beating faster every second,
my vision becomes blurry.
Blurry turns into black, 3,2,1.. my vision is back
And you got me again, testing me, stressing me, tearing me apart.
Your mouth became a knife, and your words they cut so deep,
I slowly die



-written by me-

Being single

Is there something as a perishable date for being single ?

Since the years slipping by more friends start living together (with their boy/girlfriend),

And as much as we like to believe that nothing’s changing,
parties become different for both singles and couples and so do dinners and vacations..

I sometimes find myself worrying about the future.

I see a lonely old lady, surrounded by cats ( I don’t even want cats),
drinking tea, and reading love stories all day every day.. okay, maybe something more exciting but still lonely.

No, that’s not what I had planned.

After a failed relationship and too many “interesting boys” I am now ready for Mr. Right.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need me a millionaire with a diamond ring, wedding and everything.

Just someone who makes the road of life a litte more fun and less lonely.

At what age, after how many disappointments and buckets of B&J’s do you decide to give it up ?

And what makes you decide to try again, not knowing if he’s mister right or mister rightnow..

So I replaced the disappointments by girlfriends,
the B&J’s by wine & champagne and decided to build my dreams.
Only one thing hasn’t changed: I’m still ready for Mister Right.


-written by me-

paper&pen

As the pen touches the paper,

The ink creates blue letters.

Letters become words become sentences

And so on..

Creating stories, expressing feelings.

-written by me-

The world

There are so many people in the world who cherish their hometown or country.

And there ain’t nothing wrong with that.

But they put all their love in it, and forget about the world itself.

Look beyond your own hometown or country.

Put your pride and religion aside, and give eachother a (helping) hand.

More people is more knowledge is more power.

The world is ours and it’s our responsibility to take care of it.

So why not work together to keep it beautiful and livable.

Cause without the world, there is no hometown or country to cherish..


-written by me-

The Sequel of Fairytales

There will be a(nother) prince charming… The fact that they never wrote about love after first love, doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

We all know that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, so “living happily ever after” is still in the picture.

The world is enormous and full of people. So different, yet so much alike.

And out of all these people, you’ll probably find more than one person who will sweep you off your feet.

When it’s going to happen, only time can tell.

Just have a little patience, dont go looking for love, let love find you.

Cause I promise you, it will find you.

When you’re in the right place at the right time, Mr. Charming will sweep you of your feet.

You will be caught in the moment, a new book will open and a new story will be written.


-written by me-

No rules

I don’t play by the rules

and I don’t care if I’m right or wrong

I’m listening to my feelings

and this feels better then ever

I’m enjoying every single moment

No matter if it’s right or wrong

Getting high has never been so easy

Sweet words broke through the wall

and landed in my heart..


-written by me-

City

Lights shining bright into the streets

Sounds of the subway keep the people half awake

Cars and cabs keep the streets alife

Homeless people are drinking and yelling

Cats seeking for food around the garbage

A night in the city


-written by me-

Retry

It was the right place, but the wrong time
Is that even fair?
When everything feels so right,
and everything seems so clear.
No dirt or fog,
it was all crystal clear
Just because we’ve been there,
is there no way to retry ?

-written by me-

Your..

Your shoulder for leaning
Your chest for warmth
Your arms for safety
Your hands for help
Your ears for listening
Your eyes for faith
Your mouth for words
Your words for courage
Your lips for kisses

..

-written by me-

I wonder

I regret that the both of us just sat there.
I regret that nothing happened.
Never was there a goodbye kiss,
it all ended with a hug.
Little did I know that I would never see you again.
I wonder where you are..
I’ll always wonder, but I’ll never know.

-written by me-

SHe

She was smart and quiet

He was social and smart

She was beautiful, but sometimes unsure

He knew he looked good, but never showed it

She was always wonderin’who she was and where she was going

He was living in the very moment

She was glowing, when surrounded by the right people

He was over excited, but laidback

She only let few people into her heart

He gave everyone a small piece of his

She was creative and loved to write and draw

He was very social but loved alone time after all

She had a hard time letting things go

He knew how to accept the way things go

She was always stormy like the wind

He was always calm like still water



He was high on life

She was high on love

He was in love

She was in love

He enjoyed cooking and dining

She enjoyed dinners and good food

He loved making fire

She loved staying warm

He once opened up and cried

She opened her heart and smiled

He prefered sleeping together

She prefered not sleeping alone

He was amused by the people of the city

She was amused by the rush of the city

He was never too late

She was always on time



He began wondering who he was and where he was going

She understood

He left

-written by me-

Someday

Maybe..someday..

when

the minds are wiser

the hearts are stronger

the ego’s are smaller and

the confidence is bigger


-written by me-

R210906

It seems that I can’t really get through you

how do you feel about the things we do ?

Are you in the mood,

or did I missunderstood.

I thought the candles would say enough,

but now you acting kinda tough.

I wanne know if it’s worth my time,

cause if not, i’m gone by the end of this line.

-written by me-
21-09-06

Explore

In order to feel good in life,

you have to know what makes you feel good.

The world is yours, go explore yourself.

Find out which music you love to hear,

which country feels like your home

and what it is that you like in a person.

Find out what feeds your mind.

-written by me-

Citygal

A girl without her city is like mother nature without water, without sun.
There is nothing that feeds her.
People might think I’m overreacting, but this is the truth.
While others may describe the sounds of the city as noise,
for me it’s like music to my ears.
I would choose crowded over quiet,
And traffic over empty streets.
I’d rather hear honking taxi’s than silence of the nothingness.
I don’t mind take aways on every corner of the street.
I prefer light over dark.
I love a little life in the middle of the night,
In fact I can’t sleep without hearing the subway every other minute.
You can take me out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of me.

-written by me-

Butterfly

Light as a ..

Light as the wind

Free as a..

Free to go, free to stay

Light & free

as a butterfly


-written by me-

Around the world

We can build brigdes
And fly over seas
We can walk for miles
And drive the rocky roads
We can climb the highest mountain
And cross the deepest ocean

We can study Buddhism in Japan
Or dance in Brasil
We can enjoy the colors of Bollywood in India
Or feed lions in Africa
We can drink mint tea in Morocco
Or take a shower with the elephants in Indonesia
We can go to the geysers in Iceland
Or embrace the nature of Costa Rica
We can relax in Jamaica
Or catch waves in Australia
We can have siesta in Spain
Or smoke cigars in Cuba

We can rebuild life
And paint it different colors
We can sow seeds
And give them water
We can kiss the sandy beach
And hug the snowy street

We can lie in bed and watch the rain
-written by me-

Life's moments

If you put a song to every moment in your life

and play it out loud..

Will the happy songs outshine the sad songs ?

-written by me-

Dreams

Sometimes I have too many dreams in my head, I get a headache.

At that moment my head is telling me it’s time to chase one of them.

-written by me-

I love Apple

It must have been 1998, I was 10 years old.. young and innocent but I had good taste !
I was playing at a friends house with barbie's when something caught my eye,
it was then and there that I fell in love, in love with an Apple Imac G3.
Unfortunately I didn't had the money to buy one, but I dreamed about the smooth design every night.
And I knew that one day I would be the owner of an Apple Imac G3,
not knowing that nowadays they have Macs, iPods, iPhones and iPads.

I can now say that I'm the proud owner of an iPod nano, a white one.. 4 years old.
I begin to think that's too old for an iPod, but I can't say go!
You see, my love for Apple is big and it's still growing every day.

However I still can't decide whether to buy an iPhone or not..
And when I'm starting school in September I really need a Macbook (pro).
Or what about the "iPad", I get serious heart palpitations of that thing.
I don't really need one, but hey look how thin, feel how light, see the smooth design,
check the touchscreen and the features.
Decisions, Decisions....




Until then I will cherish every moment with my iPod nano
Love, Iris

Desert Flower

The autobiography of a Somalian nomad (Waris Dirie).

From the desert to the catwalk!


now in cinemas

Fairytale

Every girl knows the word “fairytale”,
the first time you heard about this word was probably in your early years.
Maybe your parents or grandparents told you about it before you got to sleep.
Maybe you read it in a book or saw it in the cinema.
I’m talkin’about the stories where everything can happen.
Stories filled with dwarfs, crowns, candy houses, talking teapots and
dancing armoires and the most important one; love, real love, endless love !
Love between a beautiful young woman and a charming prince on a white horse,
saving the young woman from all the bad, and they live happily ever after.
These are all lovely stories, and at that age we love to believe all of it.
But as we grow older, we find out that it’s a little bit different, or not ?
Allright, the first time you fall in love, it’s exactly as you heard or read in fairytales, even better !
And so does it carry on for a few chapters, exactly, a few chapters.
Cause after a while it can lose it’s glow, you find out it’s not always happily ever after.
And then you’ll feel lost, what in the world are you going to do..
you don’t know, cause you never read this part.
And that’s because they never wrote that part,
they also never wrote about love after first love.. will you ever fall in love again ?
Is there another prince charming, who will save you from this drama ?

Question, as we grow older, we agree that dwarfs and talking teapots and dancing armoires don’t excist,
then what makes us believe that real love does excist ?

I haven’t figured it out… yet!

-written by me-

Life

Life is just a white paper with some black lines,
it's your job to add colors to it.

-written by me-

My journey

No drama, no tears.. one quick hug and I walked away without looking back.
I hopped on the plane, like I hop on the bus every other day.
Little did I knew that it would be love at first sight.

I faced obstacles while climbing a moutain, but I reached the top
I found peace of mind and an amazing view.
And while I was standing on my board I could feel the effect of the Indian Ocean.
Coloured houses and coloured people, coloured my day.
I wandered around the city as I was one of them, one of the locals.
And as the sun went down, reality set in.
It was time to hop on the plane, like I hopped on the mini bus every other day.
Compared to the last time, I cannot say no drama..

Tears welled up in my eyes when I left Cape Town.
I felt at home in this rainbow nation.
I kept looking back until the city disappeared behind the clouds.
Yes Cape Town was beyond my imagination.