Poetic Whispers of the Unknown

Original poetry by Merten Snijders, distilled from the relativity of time in travel and life.
Please note, these thoughts do not necessarily reflect Merten's current point of view but act as an artistic souvenir of passed and past emotions. If you are interested in the book i intend to publish from these works, please contact me.
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"Blueberry Tea"

On January 17th 2006

Find me in your blueberry tea.

A stain, a high tone.
I never want to be alone.

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"Mirror, Mirror"

On April 12th 2009

Mirror, mirror in her hand,
does faith lie in bricks or in sand?

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"Blue Is Red"

On November 15th 2009

For people do not believe blue is red, shall they never turn their good into bad.

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"Never To Forget"

On January 20th 2011, written in Melaka, Malaysia

Never to forget,
is how it was said.

Memories to cling,
up on the sofa we sing.

Help me discover my goal,
for i want to purify my soul.

Show me your eyes,
for i feel they know no lies.

Sneak me in your room,
for in secrets we bloom.

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"Missing You"

On February 28th 2009

Sleep my little soul,
rest a night.

Dream your goal,
and prepare for the fight.

I have wondered how she is,
but i will let it be.

Take the miss,
and let the remaining love be free.

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On January 21nd 2008

In my bed for another night,
i’m wondering where you sleep tonight.

I hope you accept the route you choose,
i’m affraid there is one you’ll have to loose.

Keeping my mind from asking how it goes,
requires me to not to let you come to close.

I hate the thought of sin,
oh please, all i want is to give in.

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"The Moment Of Tomorrow"

On November 15th 2009

Archive today into the subconscious for it to fulfill its purpose in the moment of tomorrow.

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"Bring Light"

On June 4th 2009, written in China, Beijing

Bring light to my mind,
help me find, my path to leave being blind.

When the moment is there,
close your eyes and read with care.

Abandon all you know,
and just go with the flow.

Take in it’s suffering paradigm,
and feel abittered and beloved at the same time.

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"Een Verlies"

On June 12th 2012

Op ons netvlies, verloren in tijd.
haar laatste adem, een mooie wolk.

Laat haar vliegen, naar een droom.

In jeugd, in liefde, in leven.
De berg die haar onmiddelijk betoverde.

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"Flat Ocean"

On April 21st 2006

Energy from high and low emotions trigger the spirit’s creativity.

Energy to express. When you feel, you create. A flat ocean doesn’t move anything nor anybody.

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"Our Time"

On June 3rd 2012

The unknown,
is where i am at.
The known is where i'm from,
hand in hand,
we embark,
no questions,
no doubt,
we let go,
it's our time.

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"This Is It..."

On April 4th 2011

Left with choice,
do i turn the remaining story into a voice?

My mind rejects,
for it is the silence that perfects.

A story so true,
need only exist in the memory of me and you.

Grow my dear friend,
because for ever this love i will defend.

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"A Cold Hand"

On August 25th 2010

Darkness falls,
summer sinks,
a cold hand,
a warm heart.

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"Train Truth"

On March 2nd 2013

I climb towards heights where i don't belong, in attempt to find remains of some left behind song.

A bag of words to adore,
until i can't carry no more.

In my house i bring them back up,
and stare at them from an empty teacup.

I role up my sleeve,
and decide if there is anything in there to believe.

I try all there is to combine,
and find a few that rhyme just fine.

I distil them as a whole,
and let them speak directly into my soul.

This is just what i do,
driven by hope to cast a smile upon you.

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On November 15th 2007

The life that is shown,
might not be your own,
what you feel is what you chase,
until you reach the end of your maze.

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"Choice Of Path"

On June 1st 2009

With mixed emotions I enter my bed,
have i followed to much of what was said?

Was i foolish to let go of what they desire?
Or so lies my path behind what i admire?

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"Iceland Pops"

On March 1st 2008

A lifetime’s experience with dad,
hopefully enjoy laughter and sad.

Learn from him as a friend,
to strengthen our hart before one gets send.

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"De Wind"

On March 10th 2013

Bomen worden oud,
en mensen rijpen...

Als een vliegtuig die je vouwt,
en zich door de wind... laat grijpen.

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"Writing Time"

On December 20th 2008

A full mind to unwind,
just writing time to find.

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"The Essence"

On December 5th 2007

Blinded no more,
what is there left to adore?

The essence of being,
is why my dreams keep on seeing.

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"Proof Of Love"

On February 12th 2012, written in McLeod Ganj, India

The purity of a young,
the beauty of a shy.

The nature of a seed sprung,
as all life, given just one try.

Dormant between the moon and sun,
a drop of water, and the blink of an eye.

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On March 4th 2009

The mind is so sharp at peak,
let it slide and find yourself back at weak.

Crawl back up from this riddle,
and find yourself somewhere below the middle.

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"Oerol Festival"

On June 16th 2010, written in West-Terschelling

Je schone schijn is immer fijn,
maar nu de voorstellingen afgelopen zijn,
komt via de wadden en de duinen:
een warm hart voor bij het opruimen van de puinen.

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"Heavens Birth"

On 18th of March 2013

Find your leaves in green,
all grown up to be seen.

Little by little from just a seed,
you followed the suns plead.

Now pop a bud só bright,
with magnificent colors left and right.

Make it smell só fine,
you'll have butterflies waiting in line.

Despite your toes in muddy earth,
your flowers' worth, in this heavens birth.

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"Dear Mom"

On December 1st 2008

You have brought to us your spirit of life so real, it allows us to walk through life and feel.

Simply the main ingredient in all that you reveal, is the kindest and purest love that will always heal.

Your strive for romance has become my ideal, for that creates memories which give life it’s worthy appeal.

Happy birthday mom.

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