Lily Hawthorn

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  • The green-eyed monster

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    July 23rd, 2019, 09:14 am Out in the open fields I suddenly encountered it. A creature towering above me, with scaly skin and flaming eyes. Its eyes seemed to speak in a language undeciphered: You don’t belong in this place. One whip of its tail and it struck me. I could either fight or admit my defeat. But…

  • The well.

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    July 26th, 2019, 10:33 pm A thousand hopeful versesSprang from my mindAs I satAt the bottomOf a dark wellStuck insideAn endless dreamHolding ontoThe things that were

  • Empty box.

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    July 27th, 2019, 06:54 pm Desks with drawers and pens, crammed up in tiny roomsDesk fans, the buzzing sound of a shit ton of computers loudly processing an endless stream of informationSkinny fingers tap-tap-tapping away on their keyboardsThe everlasting hum of an empty existenceEternally presentThe construction of methodsMotivesLanguageCultureAll within this tiny boxKilling creativityAutonomyFor decades to come

  • Ode to complexities.

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    August 1st, 2019, 06:57 pm I thought about transportation systems in plants as I aimlessly pulled the strings on my guitar. There had been countless rainy thursday afternoons before, yet this particular one developed into a deep philosophical exercise on botany. Purposeless yet paramount.

  • Mad Girl’s Love Song

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    August 3rd, 2019, 11:14 pm “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blackness gallops in:I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that…

  • Buitenkant.

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    August 8th, 2019, 07:45 pm Ik zie de mensen voorbijgaanZich voortstuwend inHet gedrang van alledagOpgelost enAllemaal dezelfde kleur grijs En dan de enkelingSchreeuwend in zijn megafoonIn een poging te overstemmenEn bevestigd in zijn bestaan Opgezogen inDe zelfgebouwde constructieDie ‘ego’ heet Ik zit hoofdschuddend aan de kantUitgekleed van alle clichésDoor oordelen geveld En ik kijk, ik kijk,…

  • Parable.

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    August 10th, 2019, 07:35 am Strung out againOne more sunset I keep dreaming about a lineWhen in fact there’s only circles It’s all a loopAnd I’ll be gone Before it revolves aroundAnd starts all over again.

  • Icarus.

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    I watched you flyOver mountainsTowards the sunIn a dead dream You pierced the cloudsYou made it rainBursting the damsFlooding the lands Above the starsThe hopes you soughtGlittered in redElevated But the sun’s heatIncreased as youRose up too highIt burned your wings.

  • Counting the seconds.

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    August 24th, 2019, 11:22 am Leunend tegen de muur wachtte ik op het voorbijgaan van de secondes. De wachtkamer bevond zich op een kruispunt van meerdere gangen. Simpele plastic bankjes stonden daar vastgeschroefd aan de grond. Aan het plafond hing een zilverkleurig bord, waarop de woorden “Ambulant, volwassenen” was geprint. In het midden stond een tafel,…

  • New chaos

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    September 12th, 2019, 07:50 pm Rapid currents flowing streams of dreams forwards backwards sinking in the sands of time limitless boundaries borders gentle reminders and solid mistakes and sentences never ending spinning around an empty universe fever dreams I keep dreaming while death is luring in some dark corner and I stow them away hopes and…