I am afraidI need youI am afraid by Wiliart
for the beat of my heart
Without you by my side
it feels like a part of me is missing
When I can't talk to you
my head begins to wander
With you I can laugh
Can I feel like a child, so small
So good, so comfortable
Without you in my life
there's a lot less to do
it's boring and dark
crawled away into a dark corner
I'm afraid to loose you
for all the stupid small things I forget
I'm afraid to loose you
when I depend on you too much
I'm afraid for the moments
that you just have to leave for some time
en my minds begins to run
back into the dark cave in my mind
that feels to familiar
I am afraid for my fear
and that one time, it will become to much
Gouwe OuweShe sat on her chair again, like she had done many times before, tried to look up, but couldn’t. Her neck was to stiff today. Perhaps tomorrows she would have a final chance to look up to the sky and see a sentrin again. She hoped that one final time in her long life she would see one of those marvelous persons again. When she was young she would see them often. It had been a while since she had last saw one. She longed to look upon the sky and see one again flying, no, dancing through the sky. Today was not that day, perhaps tomorrow.Gouwe Ouwe by Wiliart
Her gaze lowered again and she looked upon the crowd that gathered before her. She loved to tell stories ,and the rest of the village loved to hear the stories of times gone by. She saw than almost everyone of the village had gathered, except little Johnny, but she knew he was in bed with a rather nasty cold. There were even some people she didn’t know.
“Strangers, I don’t know you, but you are welcome to hear me brattle about the
I work in the GIS (geographic information systems) sector for the government. With that I manage geographic databases and make maps.
I started to write somewhere in 2009. Since then I've been productive enough with about 3 poems a month on average. I write poems when I feel I need to write something. This mostly means that I write things when I'm overflowing with emotions who keep my thoughts occupied all the time. When I'm in the mood to write I can go wild, I just keep on writing. During those write frenzies my mind is a chaos with thoughts about a lot of things, although mainly focused on the thing that keeps me occupied at the moment. In all that chaos I find a lot of sentences and somehow the ability to write them down in a poem.
You're always welcome to comment on my poems, I don't want my poems to be offensive. I might not see some errors as English is my third language after Frisian and Dutch.
Name: Gouwe Ouwe (more of a nickname really, but everyone calls her this)
Looks: An old woman, bended by age. Just standing slightly above 5 feet now. Her white hair falls around her frail face. The hair is thin enough to see the skin crawled over her skull. Her face is wrinkled all over. You can see the one tooth she still has when she smiles to the children.
Age: Very old (about 90)
Personality: A caring woman who likes to watch the things that happen on the village square. When the day is at an end she likes to tell a story to the village children, just before they are ordered to bed by their parents.
Profession/background: She used to help her husband on the fields, but when he died in the battle next to the town she stopped. They had no children of their own and she started to care about the children of the town while the woman helped the men that had survived in the fields.Religion: Old enough to not care anymore. She will see when the time comes.
Listria. I haven't completed the entire thing yet. Apart from making a small adjustments, I actually only made a model. That model however makes sure I can make a real DEM (Digital Elevation Model) raster from all the points I made with just 1 press of a button.